I was told recently that "Collarme is a meat market."
OK then, wher's the beef? Hell, I prefer lamb anywya: A little me, a little ewe...
Bhaaaaaaaaaaaaad joke, I know.
Fetlife may be the way to go.
One of my best friends, a dyed in the WOOL slave who I married to her master, dotes over me with much concern. “Bear, you need someone to take care of YOUR needs.” “You do so much for others. YOU need a slave.” I could not agree more.
Finding partners was easier when I was married and less experienced. This defies logic, except to the extent that a married man is sometimes perceived as safer. I risk falling in love these days. Love risks all.
So yes, I want my own slave! I will cook for her, see that she remains healthy, happy, satisfied, and fit, care for her intellectual and artistic growth, provide companionship and, yes, a safe platform from which to thoroughly explore our community together.
I used to attend more parties earlier in my BDSM “career.” I've resumed hosting parties. These months are a time of contemplation and personal growth. I aim for a long term relationship but will not rush to it. One must love first. One must play. Poly is nice for now; of course, open at both ends.
If you would like to find an intelligent, sensitive, and witty dom to either keep you amused, or hold you in life, talk to me. Don’t wait for me to contact you. Take a chance. Chat.
Bear
