My Eyes Can See


Look at me
While I hold your jaw
And still your frenzied mind
Look into my eyes
While I peer deeply into yours
So that I may know your thoughts
Your fears and insecurities
Desires you will not admit
Cravings unfulfilled
Never expressed
But my mind hears them
All of them
And my eyes
Can see
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Do You See What I See?


Do you see what I see?  Do you love her beauty reflected in such austere simplicity?  Do you gaze at the subtle nuance of her lines and curves, the light and the shadows?  Do you lust for her form and gaze at the curve of her ass as it slopes into the arc of her back? Does your hand wish to run gently, then roughly over each slope and undulation?  Do you sense her submission in the averted turn of her head?  I do.  I always have.

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The Hills of Paris

Truth be told I did not paint for years
As though a part of me had died
And even in a beautiful Paris spring
All I saw was gray

And so I sat in my studio
With my cheap Bulgarian wine
Watching the spiders crawl across
My old wooden floor

When you came through my door
Something changed
A perfect light filled the room
And I awoke from my self inflicted tragedy

As you posed so graciously
Your radiant form on my chaise lounge
My mind suddenly remembered color
Layers, textures and hue
And the beauty of a woman’s body

Now once again I can see
Vivid colors in my mind and
The beautiful hills of Paris

I saw this photograph from the amazing Carl Warner and decided it fit one of my poems really well.  You can visit Carl’s work at

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Chain Her

If I am drawn to her
And feel the depth of our connection
Fed by her joy and devotion
If my body lusts for her
And I desire her to be mine

Then I will chain her
Beautifully and reverently
And use every part of her fiercely
Marking her with passion
And my love

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The Gift of Her Spirit


I heard my name
Being whispered in the wind
So I set out and happened upon a fairy
With the face of an angel
And the wings of a dragonfly
“Sir, I have waited for you”
She sang as she fluttered about
“Take me Sir”, she implored.
“I will give you all that you wish for
You may tie me, chain me, fuck me
Take me wherever you wish
My body is yours
For your pleasure”

My dear fairy
This is a beautiful gift
But is not all that I need
I wish for the gift of your spirit
Given joyfully, without reserve
I wish to hear your voice
Singing for me
I wish to feel your love
In a poem for me
I want the gift of you
My beautiful fairy
Then I will tie you
Mark you
And devour you

The fairy listened to my words
While flitting and fluttering
Finally she said,
“Sir I just can’t,
My spirit is for no man”
I felt the drop of her tears
Land softly on my cheek
While she turned
And flew away

Picture entitled Forest Magic by Pygar, from

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Compassion for a Man’s Inner Life


When Hasty Words invited me to write for her, I told her that I wanted to write about the challenges that men face with compassion.  There are so many female bloggers on WordPress that share every joy and sorrow, but the men are so very few.

Men here that express themselves with vulnerability, honesty and humor become like charismatics at a revival.  Female bloggers flock to them because, I believe, there is such a need and desire for women to understand the inner lives of men.  They are drawn to a man who is willing to reveal himself, whether he does that with humor, vulnerability or simply raw unfiltered expression.

As men, we simply don’t communicate like women do.  Men and women seem to inhabit the same planet but lead completely different lives as though we are closely related species that diverged 10,000 years ago.  Breeding is still possible but the communication capabilities of women have raced ahead of men’s evolution.

At 52 years old, I never had a full appreciation for this until this last year.  Sure, there have been numerous studies and I have read related articles in The New York Times or The Atlantic (or wherever), but it didn’t really sink in.  What happened then is that some women befriended, trusted and allowed me to simply listen and participate in their conversations as women. In all of my lifetime, I have never really had this opportunity.

My observation is that women are so much better than men at being friends.  They wake in the morning and greet each other with love and warmth.  They share both the small and large details of their lives.  They mentor each other to better navigate difficult problems and make wiser choices in their lives.  They send each other small gifts to demonstrate their love and friendship for each other and they are the first people to rush in during a crisis.  Women constantly express love, compassion and support for each other.

Women, you can’t possibly imagine how different a man’s life is.  Everything I will say is a generalization, but we are lone wolves.  We carry all of our emotions bottled up inside and, for the most part, those emotions stay there, never to be expressed.  In the last 30 years, I think I have cried twice and I suspect that is not uncommon for many men.

As men, our lives are like we exist in a hierarchy of wolves, competing for our position and its rewards.  Even the other wolves we consider as our friends feel a bit like competitors and so we never really share and never, ever make ourselves vulnerable.  So instead, we bury our emotions deep under many layers of protection and focus on building, creating and solving problems.

And, to be honest, our women are not always so good and helping us with our inner emotional lives.  My own experience is that the women in my life have always wanted me for the needs that I fulfill for them.  And so I have spent decades absorbing various complaints and worries, trying to support and then solve practical problems while trying to provide leadership in all the aspects of my own life.

Expressing and communicating our inner life is ultimately is each man’s responsibility.  We must acknowledge that we have an inner life and that we have a journey that is uniquely our own.  We need to reach out and share ourselves more openly with other male friends that we can confide in.  We must also have the courage to peel away the layers of our protection so we may experience compassionate love from the women we cherish and love in our lives.

Permission to use this photo, “She Tamed the Wolf”, is graciously granted by the photographer, Raphaelle Monvoisin.  Raphaelle is a very talented graphic and web designer in Paris, France.  You may see more of her work at  

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Never My Spirit


Neither a faery
Nor a sprite
She said to the Beast
“I am curious of your ways”
Still she said,
“Beast, you may have my body,
though never my spirit”

So he commanded her jaw
And kissed her deeply
While her eyes adored him
Still she said,
“Beast, you may have my body,
though never my spirit”

So Beast wrote for her
And shared his inner secrets
While she came for him
Still she said,
“Beast you may have my body,
though never my spirit”

Challenged further
Beast chained her and lashed her
And adorned her face with his seed
Still she said
“Beast you may have my body,
though never my spirit”

Meanwhile Beast listened
while faeries and sprites
sang and wrote for him
Now enraged,
He asked himself,
Why did she deny him?

And it was only
When Beast took
What had never been offered before
He felt the fullness of her gift
Still she said
“Beast you may have my body
though never my spirit”

Then Beast stumbled up on her
Not with another Beast, but with a man
Singing for him and writing joyfully
Giving freely what she would not offer
Never to him, never to Beast
He finally knew

Beast mourned and wailed
For he remembered the trust in her eye
He felt the gift she could not admit
Even while her words rang in his ears
And her knife stabbed his soul
“Beast, you may have my body
though never my spirit”

Picture of Holly by Natalie J Watts for Vecu Spring 2011.  Please google for more information.

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SmashedHeartAwake at 2, 3, 4 and 5
My mind adrift
Filled with images
Of her naked body
Entwined with another
And paraded rudely
In front of me
My feelings are awash
Like the black, icy sludge
On my garage floor
Constantly swept
Only to return

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Mr M Meets the Spirit of His Wife


As I lay on the tarmac with Djanira weeping above me, I felt my spirit starting to move to a different place and though I was being transported through a dark tunnel. Toward the end of that tunnel, I saw a light and from that light, a vaguely shaped spirit emerged.

I drew closer to this spirit and immediately felt its love and care. Was this the destination that some people spoke about when they die? It didn’t feel like it. As I drew closer to the spirit, I was shocked to hear the voice and once again see the beauty of my first wife and beautiful muse, Jeanne.

“My dearest Amedeo, my love, I have come to speak with you. There is much in your soul that wishes to die and I know that much of that pain comes from me. Amedeo, you must let go of that pain and choose to live. Since my death, I have watched you grow so much as a man and an artist. An when you were suffering, when you were blaming yourself, while tears rolled down your cheeks, even while you stood strong for others, I was always there for you Amedeo. Even as a spirit, I wiped your tears and wrapped my arms around you.

I know that you blame yourself for what happened between us. But, know this my dear love, as much as you loved me, I was not the right woman for you. I was insecure. I was deeply afraid that I was not enough for you. I tried to control you too much and did not love you fully with my words and my actions. I never loved your body the way it needed to be loved and I never let you take mine the way you so fiercely desired.

Amedeo, I suffered with you when you sank into depression after my death. But I have watched you grow and become the man that I always knew you were. I have seen your strength and your command. I have witnessed your deep artistry, not only in your art, but in your life. I have seen your inner Beast take and make love to the women you care for so deeply. And, dear Amedeo, the one you care for…, I know her spirit. She does love you. Her spirit is good and wise and she mourns every day for your loss, even as she projects her strength and holds back her words.

My dear love. It is time for you to live. It is time for you to let go of the pain that you have held onto for so many years. There is joy in the living and the loving that you will still do. I will always be here for you. I am proud of you. I love you. But for now you must LIVE!”

As soon as those last words were spoken, I felt my spirit suddenly return back to my body. My eyes opened as I saw the blue sky above me. I felt the warmth of the sun on my skin and saw Djanira’s big smile and the happiness on her face. I was alive and it was time to start living again…

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Life Lessons of the Painter


I have been painting in this lonely studio in Montmartre for over thirty years now.  My studio is open four days a week and my clients are almost all women.  I used to believe that they simply hired me to paint, but along the way I have learned to listen to their story and capture their essence.

There is something about painting a muse that allows a woman to shed her inhibitions.  Not only does her dress fall to my studio floor, but so also does her pretense and her protections.  As I mix paint on my palette, my clients tell me about their husbands, boyfriends and lovers.  They reveal to me their hopes and fears, even their darkest, most secretive desires, for I have earned a reputation for being discreet with the women on this Parisian hill.

What have I learned?  I’ve learned the tender beauty of a woman’s spirit must be tended and nurtured each day.  I’ve learned the intense generosity that most women have toward their children, their family and friends and the men in their life.  And I’ve learned that long-term relationships are very difficult.  There are so many grievances, so many old stories that are like permanent markers on the path of a relationship.  These stories are never forgotten.  I’ve been told a million times how needy, small-minded and self-centered so many men are in their relationships with their women.  I’ve learned that a woman’s spirit, including her body and her loyalty, are gifts that should never be neglected or taken for granted.

And, finally, I’ve learned that I, as a man and an artist, will continue to learn these lessons, through my own successes and failures, until the air no longer passes through my lungs and I can no longer apply paint to my canvases.

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Love, Grace and Countenance


I have thought long and hard
About the extraordinary gift
Of a woman’s submission
It is not just her body
Tied to my bed
And bending to my will
But it is the generous gift
Of her very spirit
How can I honor such divinity?
Am I wise enough?
Can my empathy and intuition
Guide me to the right course?
I have failed often
Yet grown each time
Can I trust another
And give of myself
Without vanity?
Can I reveal
What I have kept hidden
For a lifetime?
Why should I trust
When I have so little faith?
I have observed
So many men take for granted
A woman’s service
When her spirit
Is not truly theirs
And so the gift that I offer
Is one that no man would choose
And few women would expect
It is her freedom
Offered unconditionally
With the highest respect
And my deepest
Love, grace
And countenance

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My Aurora


My Aurora
Goddess of the dawn
Brings the light of each day
Wings carry her across
Oceans and mountaintops
To join me in sanctuary
Bringing the sun
The joy of her spirit
And the deep, wet quake
Of her submission

Painting is “The Gates of Dawn” by Herbert James Draper in 1900

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She Has Curves


She has curves
And a killer smile
She prances and dances
Struts and throws glances
Enchanting all the while
Oh you men…
Don’t be weak, don’t be soft
Don’t dawdle and don’t dote
Just command her
And drop her
Then fuck her throat

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There Is A Tenderness


We talk gently and respectfully
Like mature lovers with lives and responsibilities
Speaking of burdens that we carry
But also the joyous play
That reminds us
To breathe
And feel
Like living
But when we fuck
We’re like a human tornado
A spinning melee’ of wet limbs and mouths
Reaching a fury beyond comprehension
Destroying everything in our path
Pounding the earth
Into oblivion and
Exceeding all the limitations
Of our imagination
And our bodies
Yet in the middle
There is a tenderness
In this storm
That calms
The spirit
Leaving behind
Bright blue skies
And the promise
Of another
Beautiful day

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Taken Reverently


I will seduce you
Slowly and artfully
In an old mansion
With a cast iron bed
And an oval mirror
You will wear
A string of pearls
Your garters
Cuban stockings
The black brimmed hat
A hint of perfume
And nothing else
Except soft ropes
On your
Wrists and ankles
My cock
In your mouth
My seed on
Your breasts
You will be kissed
And taken reverently
Like a Victorian muse
Being painted by a Master
Transported in
And Spirit

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You Are My Art, My Canvas


I will silently watch by the glow of candlelight, while hot wax drips from your peaks and pools in your valleys. You will hold my hand and gaze into my eyes until I give further instructions. You are my art, my passion and I choose to use your body as my canvas.

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The Power of a Man


How should a man use power?
To accumulate wealth?
Conquer other lands?
Rule a populace?
Manipulate a democracy?
Revel in the adulation of fans?
Acquire a harem of beauties
For his own pleasure and service?
How does he then soothe
The deep pain of his spirit?
For the ego of power
Only seeks greater conquest
And never experiences
The true bliss of
Metaphysical union
With a loving, trusting woman
For she is not a conquest
Her love and body are gifts
Offered with joy
And vulnerability
I always knew
Submission was a gift
What I hadn’t yet mastered
Was how to offer myself
Not just my body
And my mind
But my inner spirit
Wisely and maturely
Without reserve
But still wield
The power of a man

Words by Mr Modigliani, image by Kahlil Gibran

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This Is the Hand


This is the hand
That will clutch your jaw
Back you to the wall
So I can check
Your folds

This is the hand
That will bend you over
Strip down your panties
So I can mark
Your ass

This is the hand
That will smother your mouth
Sinking fingers inside
So I can finger
Your hole

This is the hand
That will stroke your hair
And lift your chin
So I can kiss
Your tears

This is the hand
That will write you poems
Caress your pain
So I can cure
Your fears

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On Pain


And a woman spoke, saying,
Tell us of Pain.

And he said:
Your pain is the breaking of the shell
that encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break,
That its heart may stand in the sun,
So must you know pain.

And could you keep your heart in
wonder at the daily miracles of your life,
Your pain would not seem less
wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the
seasons of your heart,
Even as you have always accepted
the seasons that pass over your fields.
And you would watch with serenity
through the winters of your grief.

Much of your pain is self-chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which
the physician within you
heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician,
and drink his remedy
in silence and tranquility:

For his hand,
though heavy and hard,
is guided by the tender hand
of the Unseen,
And the cup he brings,
though it burn your lips,
has been fashioned by the clay
which the Potter has moistened
with His own sacred tears.

Poetry and art by Kahlil Gibran

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FX Photo Studio_image

Spring is in the air
I smell the musk
Of the forest again
And of a woman’s scent
My insides stir
The beast growls
Come with me
I’ll strap you to a tree
Kiss you deeply
Lift your skirt
And belt your
Pretty little ass

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Live Once Again


You have suffered so deeply. Do you know how beautiful you are? Roll the stone away from your pain and come to me. Take off your crown of thorns. I will brush away your tears, kiss you deeply and make you remember what it means to live once again.

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Tears of Submission


She has endured
More transgression
Than any woman
Should suffer
But through it all
Remained strong

Even in the face
Of the darkest storm
She offered her all
Her body
Her life
Her loyalty

And yet
Her sweet heart
Still cries
With vulnerability
And the tender
Tears of submission

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It’s What She Needs


She is not a sub
And may never be
Her inner voice
Convinces her of
A different choice

But her spirit wails
And her body lusts
For hard physical passion
Power exchange
Seed and submission

If you play with her
Deliver strength
Back her to a wall
Kiss her hard
Command her jaw

Use her
Discipline her
Drop her to her knees
It’s what she needs, and
She loves to please

Picture taken from Tumblr

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On Spanking

As I sit here by the fire, I found this draft on my iPad. I don’t think I ever published. This piece is aimed more at women who are exploring submissiveness, not the many of you that have every wood and leather implement ready for use in your night stand.

I had a great conversation about spanking with a blogger the other day. Spanking doesn’t really seem like the right term in that she really wanted her ass beaten pretty hard before she was fucked and used (using her words here). Her man just wasn’t getting it.

Most of the readers that I’m connected to on this blog are bright, very sexual women in their 30’s to lower 50’s. There are so few men that comment, especially on this subject area, that I feel compelled to say something to give a male perspective. Guys, you could help here.

Before I comment, let me say that this has been an area of progression for me for the last three years. I’m not going to have the same point of view as a long term, very experienced Doms and I have a much more aggressive view than any vanilla man. Any woman who has experienced me knows that I am different from most men on many different levels (and you already know that from my writing).

Women, let me tell you that 90% of men have no clue how many of you want this, how many of you need this for the deep satisfaction of your sexual needs and your very spirit. For very good reasons, us men are taught just the opposite at an early age. We are taught to date and to court and to be gentlemen. We are to woo you with our charm, our athletic skill, our intellect and our success (whatever advantages we offer). Just to be direct about it, we are taught never to hit or lay hands on a woman and most young men would be shocked to learn that a woman might actually want this.

This is the genteel societal approach to courtship. And, frankly, it is terribly dissatisfying. It ignores the fierce, primal sexual and spiritual being that is within us and does not satisfy what many women want and what almost every man needs.

Our inner sexual spirit is at our core. On top of that are many layers of protections, perceptions, societal expectations, fears, insecurities and motivations. My own experience is that women are closer to their core sexual being than most men, especially after the children get a little older. Many of us men are so wrapped up in the throes of economic competition that it seems we have many more layers to remove to get to that sexual spiritual core.

It takes a special woman to help us remove those layers and allow that inner beast to come out and play. Men are direct and don’t take hints well, so my thought is that, for those of you that are exploring your submissiveness, tell your man how important for your spirit to be spanked. Tell him that you want his beast in all his ferocity. Just say it. It will be fine and certainly start a lively conversation.

Finally, I want to be be very clear that I very much enjoy a charming, engaging date with a beautiful woman.

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The Shackles of My Mind


I was shackled
To her small mind
Her conventional priorities
Insecurities and angry tirades
But the most important shackles I wore
Were the ones I put on me
And yet I contrast that
With the soaring joy
Of having you here
Naked in my studio
Tied and bound
Not because I demand
Your submission
(Though you offer)
But because I crave
Your love

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Your Eyes


I see you
I can see into you
And even with your weak defense
Your eyes take me
To your beautiful depths
And one by one
I will open each little door
And enter every room
To consume your thoughts
Your dreams
And whatever else I choose
You will feign resistance
Like you always do
But I am three steps ahead
And it is much too late, my dear
For I already have you
And see it in
Your Eyes

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My Muse

Reclining Nude by Amedeo Modigliani

Reclining Nude by Amedeo Modigliani

So deeply beautiful
Moving really
As a woman
A spirit
A passionate lover
And my muse
Wild and fierce
But partially hidden
Your perfect lines
And gorgeous eyes
Inspire the artists hand
Your verse
With such sensual honesty
Moves the poet’s soul
And you
As a woman
Stir my
Most basic and intense desire

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Close, but so far…

M's Journey:

Great friends write wonderful words in support of each other

Originally posted on Pushing our limits:


Years of searching and waiting

Months of wanting and anticipating

Weeks of planning and worrying

Days of packing and scurrying

Visits kept the fears at bay

As we excitedly ticked away the days

Finally, moving day has arrived

But then, this shit falls from the sky

Again, we want and wait some more

Until the moment you walk through that door

Take my hand and lead me away

To our new life, you smile and say

Where our dreams and goals mesh together

And the world will be infinitely better

Another delay doesn’t change a thing

Because I know what tomorrow will bring

Yes, we are close, but oh so far…

Hey… You could always just hop in a car!

Dedicated to my friend Cinny,
as she waits yet another day
for her Real Deal Hunter,
to come take her away!

Stupid weather. I wish you all the best in…

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Cinnamon’s Moving Day

So, today, my very good friend, Cinnamon and Sparkles, is moving to be with the love of her life, Freedom Hunter.  Over the last year, Cinnamon has become one of my closest and dearest friends.  Each and every day, she proves how wise, strong and caring this baby girl can be.  This move she is making is a huge step, away from the state where she has spent most of her life, away from her family and I’m sure many friends, but certainly toward a happy new life and a man that she loves dearly.

Please go to her blog at and give her lots of love.

I chose this picture, from Tumblr, simply because I know how much she loves sexy things that are sparkly.  I have to admit that even I am enamored with this picture.

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My BDSM Test Results


Tonight, out of curiosity, I took an 8-page test on my BDSM characteristics, interests and profile.  I’ve included the test results, as well as the descriptive copy for my top four attributes.  My own opinion is that the test results are pretty accurate (as validated by the picture above).  I am looking forward to your reaction.  Some of my moderate score are interesting too, like Brat Tamer, Daddy, Degradation Giver, etc.  The word degradation bothers me a bit, but some aspects of this can be joyful in a true power exchange relationship.

Bondage Giver (96%)
Bondage givers like to tie up and restrain their partner(s), using rope and/or other attributes (chains, cuffs, speaders…). Whether for sexual enhancement, for art or just for fun, they enjoy having their partners completely at their mercy. Bondage givers typically pair up with bondage receivers.

Dominant (88%)
Dominants like to be in charge. Some like to have their partner obey them without questioning, others like some resistance while taking it their way. Some are dominant only in the bedroom, others are dominant throughout their daily life as well (usually with limitations). Unlike the top roles (giving paina/bondage/degradation), being dominant is more about who decides what happens (and takes the responsibility that comes with it) than about the contents of what happens.  Dominants typically pair up with submissives.

Experimentalist (88%)
Experimentalists want to have tried it all. An open mind and an insatiable curiosity are their key features, and they will rarely form an opinion before they have gathered first hand experience. They often have plenty of fantasies and will actively pursue to try them out. Experimentalists typically pair up with other experimentalists.

Master/Mistress (84%)
Masters/Mistresses receive complete control over the life of their slave(s), and all responsibilities that come with it. They go a step further than dominants in the sense that their power exchange is present 24/7 and in all aspects of their life (except for negotiated exceptions such as during their office jobs). Their primary focus is to create a stable and safe environment for their slave(s), to allow optimal servitude.  Masters/Mistresses typically pair up with slaves.

All of My Scores
96% Bondage Giver
88% Dominant
88% Experimentalist
84% Master/Mistress
71% Brat Tamer
71% Daddy/Mommy
59% Exhibitionist
59% Primal (Predator)
54% Voyeur
49% Degradation Giver
49% Primal (Prey)
45% Non-monogamist
37% Pervert
33% Sadist
21% Switch
13% Bondage Receiver
13% Vanilla
9% Brat
4% All-Rounder
4% Masochist
4% Slave
4% Submissive
0% Degradation Receiver
0% Girl/Boy

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Blog Enabled for Mobile Viewing

I have had a few followers request that I enable my blog for mobile viewing,  so wanted to mention that this is now enabled.  A recent study showed that a significant percentage of my views are now done on a mobile device.

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Mr M Blog Update March 1st

Some of you may have noticed that I have been doing some work on my blog.  Over the last week or so, I have gone through 400+ posts and classified them into logical categories.  About 150 posts were turned private as they were not truly artistic or poetic works.  I’ve also added a word cloud to show some of the popular tags, though I don’t really have time to edit the tags on each post.

Several months ago, I had a good friend introduce me to another popular blogger, who commented that I was a “sex blogger”.  And my internal reaction was WHAT? ME?   After going back through all of these blogs and classifying them, about 50% of my posts are what I would classify as romantic or artistic poetry.  Another 20% or so is about my life, my development or general musings and about 30% is erotic in the form of either erotic stories or erotic poetry.  So how would you classify me?

I have always wanted my blog to feel a bit like a gallery tour so I’ve put some of my better works toward the top of the blog and marked them as “sticky”.  I want new readers to get a better sense of who I am as a man, an artist and poet.

Finally, after having read so many of my own works, I was reminded that I do my best writing when I peel away layers and allow myself to feel.  Sometimes those feelings are romantic.  Sometimes they are rough, demanding and Dominant.  Sometimes they are filled with pain and hurt.  Though I have written a few very raw pieces recently, I always need to remember to write from my deep inner self.


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No Greater Joy

My hand has painted and drawn. It has written poetry and composed music. But it knows no greater joy than leaving its own print on her beautiful ass, marking in pink what is already mine.

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The heart wants what it wants 

M's Journey:

If there is one young woman that needs your love, respect and support right now, this is the woman. Though I am 25 years older, I respect her greatly and I know that she needs every one of you to support her through an important inflection point in her life. I am one man. But you are many. She has suffered greatly but she is a shining star in the galaxy of life. I want the world to know what a great person she is and with your encouragement, this young woman, with the best smile in the south, she will succeed and thrive and love as a mature and successful adult.

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this is me right now my struggles, my heart, my hopes, my world

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