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IronBear

Male Dominant, 64, Beenleigh, Qld, Australia

~~ To Start With ~~Just a couple things I will not do:1. I do not go Cam to Cam.2. I do not do chats.3. If you live overseas, i.e. not in Australia, don't bother asking or expecting me to pay for you to relocate here.4. If you live in Australia but not in Queensland, I will not foot the costs of relocation as I expect you to be financially independent. 5. I will not automatically add you to my YM.What I Will Do:1. If we click sufficiently on any basis including just as potential friends and we create a history of communicating via C-Mail (Here), I will be happy to give you my Y.M. I.D. and will happily add you to mine.2. If you contact me and ask me to add you to my Y.M. on the first contact, I will block and delete. The same applies to those from overseas who want me to add them to my Y.M. in the hope of relocation.NOTE: There is roughly a 5 year waiting list for people wanting to relocate to Australia and even then they will need to satisfy tough immigration laws.~ About Me Personally ~ I'm an easygoing gentle giant who is generally called Bear. I wont waste space here as to why but ask me and I'll happily tell you why. Irrespective of your status, I'm mostly very approachable. I have a Machiavellian sense of humour with a tendency to laugh at myself. I hold honour above all else and tend to treat those close to me as not only friends but as family and as such am protective of my family/clan. I see discipline and duty as a mainstay of life and live along what I see as a Philosophy encasing a Code of Honour and Code of Conduct, in which Honour, Integrity, Trustworthiness, Honesty, Courage, Duty, Loyalty and Good Manners, all which I was brought up to hold dear and as a means of judging a Man are part of my core. I was a Gorean Lifestyle Master for over 9 years. That I have laid aside the mantle of Gor and departed from the Gorean Lifestyles does not mean that I have walked away from this Philosophy. I believe in the natural order of things that man is born to lead and to accept the submission of those women who are driven to kneel at their feet as slaves. I do however; also accept that some women do not feel the urge or the need to act upon such an urge at this or any time in the immediate future. I accept these women for what they are and accord them the same respect that my own Wife is accorded by me. I'm completely incorrigible, totally irrepressible and absolutely irreverent. I love to laugh at myself and so a few people take me as a lightweight fool. At all times behind the light heartedness, there stands a Victorian Gentleman, who will draw the line in the sand if pushed too far. Those who have gotten to know me, know that the Ol' Grizzly is also caring and a born empath. I am happy to give the URL’s of my Home Page and the Forums in which I now spend time should I be asked and for those who have established or wish to establish alternative communications with me, I am on both Yahoo Messenger and Skype. I also have a couple of disabilities (Type 2 Diabetes, Osteoarthritis in both knees with my left one being the worse and causing me to limit my walking and use a stick when I do walk and Erectile Dysfunction. A high level of pain is something I live with 24/7 with only limited relief with allowable medications) which I am happy to discuss if it is deemed applicable. ~ Bruin Manor ~(A Victorian Period Home)Location: Beenleigh, Queensland, Australia Master of Bruin Cottage is Iron BearMistress of Bruin Cottage is Lady NeetsDogs of Bruin Cottage are: Storm (A Male Malamute) Aurah aka RaRa (A Female Malamute/Husky cross)Pinky (Female Rat)Sarah (Brown Rat)The style of the home is based on the homes of the Victorian Era. Serenity and peacefulness are important to the ambience of the Home. Ultimately, the Home is centred about the Master and his wishes being done without fuss. Bruin Cottage is a Poly Home with a structured format and protocols befitting the Victorian Period. Both the Master and Mistress spent years in the Gorean Lifestyles and thus have a sense of strict discipline in the running of their home. The Victorian Etiquette is applied to a practical level. Staff members are expected not to intrude in the socializing of the gentry unless required. Warning: If you have not read it already we are a animal friendly home and our Malamutes has the run of the home inside and out including chairs, lounge and our bed. Malamutes shed hair so be warned! If you are allergic to or dislike dogs we are probably not the best choice for you. Staff Vacancies We are going through some changes in our small cottage with ongoing refurbishments and other works making it somewhat untidy and the rightful appearance of an ongoing project. Added to this for those who don’t know these dogs, both Malamutes and Huskies malt several times a year whereby the “blow” fine hair ensuring that hair is everywhere all the time and especially on black clothing. (Rolls of masking tape are excellent when going out to remove hair). However they are both lovable, affectionate and boisterous “children” This is just part of what we are and how we live. (it has been said often by owners that you don’t just “get” a pet when you get a Malamute, you get a Lifestyle. They sing at all hours when ambulances and polices sirens are heard or the ice-cream van rings it’s bell or even when it is time for the evening walk with Lady Neets. They bounce on the bed and try to take it over at times. you could expect to find large brown eyes staring at you, cold wet noses are often poked into ears or where ever they can reach and huge wet sloppy kisses or even wake up with your eyeball being washed by a large tongue. I will state that we are up front and open about our expectations so there is no hidden clauses, agendas or traps. I want you coming to me with your eyes open and common sense in your head. I respect hard limits and may push you on other soft limits should I desire it thus. We are a poly home! That you come to us shows that you are ready to share both Master and Mistress. Should it occur where we decide to add another to the home, your views will be sort and taken into equal consideration. However, remember I and I alone make the final decision. If you can handle all this, we are open for both boys and girls and preference will be given to those who are bisexual and you may be involved with either or both the Master and/or the Mistress at any time either sexually or involving BDSM Play. I enjoy: Bondage (Rope at the moment), Needle Play, Canes, Crops Breast Torture, CBT and a few other things I have not yet tried but want to. I am open to learning new things and have no hesitation in allowing a sub/slave to teach me.I will have nothing to do with Children, Animals nor Scat and I will not allow drugs other then those prescribed by a physician in my home. Whilst I normally seek slaves, I am equally happy to look at subs, especially in the area of BDSM as casual or regular play partners. We tend not to be involved with public play at this time but as all things, this may change. You will need to live in reasonable distance from us. (Beenleigh, Australia ~ South East Queensland). There is no point in making an application if you live overseas as in part due to the draconian immigration laws here I will not wait several years for you to get permission to live here. Warning! There are two primary deal breakers: 1: Liars. If you feed me a lot of BS about yourself and I detect it, you will be sent packing. 2: If you for any reason attempt to create a breach between Lady Neets (my wife) and I, or in any way attempt to supplant her in my affections or her position of the Lady of The House, your feet will not touch the ground on your way out of the gate. People I Love and Respect: People who have humanity. People who have honour. People who have integrity. People who have discipline. People who have a sense of duty. People who care! People I can not Tolerate: Mean minded people. People who are bigoted. People who pour abuse and derogatory comments on other peoples' works and have no creative ability themselves. Craven cowards. Abusers and attackers of: The aged, the infirm, the young, women, religions and Priests and priestesses (in any form) of any religion. Nothing in the world can take the place of Persistence!Talent will not; nothing is more common that men with talent.Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb.Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts.Persistence and Determination alone are omnipotent!(Calvin Coolidge) I wish you well! Iron Bear Master of Bruin Cottage (A Victorian Lifestyle Home) My life for my Queen. My soul for my Goddess. My heart for my Lady. My Honour for Myself. Cuiusvis hominis est errare; nullius nisi insipientis in errore perseverare . (Any man can make a mistake; only a fool keeps making the same one).

9/23/2007 8:09:40 AM: How Hard Is It being A Master?How hard? That is a matter of perspective as I believe We have covered before Old Friend. There are many things about being a Master that are difficult and take a great deal of effort and work..... But BEING a Master... difficulty isn't an issue, it is something you just ARE... the effort is about being the BEST You can be, living up to Your Own expectations, not letting Yourself down. However difficult it maybe to BE a Master, if that is what You are, it is MORE difficult to try and pretend to be something else. There are many Doms out there who would love to be a Master, they will never achieve it, it isn't who they are. There are many Tops out there who would dearly love to be Doms or Masters but again they never will be, they will only ever wear the mask. The first stage is finding that honesty and self knowledge, knowing what You are, how You are wired. Separating that reality from what You would LIKE to be, accepting your shadow, dealing with Your demons and baggage. Facing the world squarely and stepping away from IT having control of the value sets by which You live, taking that responsibility actively onto Yourself. You have to take responsibility for Yourself before You can even begin to think about taking on the responsibility for another. Accept also that You have a lifetime of hard learning ahead, no mater how much you learn there is always more, different slants even on things You have come to know intimately. You have to accept that You are Human, yet be able to step up into a situation which, to many appears superhuman... to be that fixed point, the polar star in another’s sky, the bedrock upon which their world stands. If another is to look to You for stability and structure, NEED that from You, rely on that from You then regardless of the chaos around You. You must develop the ability to BE the eye of the storm, stable and remain that fixed point. And that is just the start Written by a London Based Master ~ Raven (Reproduced with his permission). My old friend has covered much about the personal aspects of Mastery and especially the Mastery of self. It will be of no surprise that I am in complete agreement with him in all of this. Shall we now take a look at the next stage of actually developing credibility with the local BDSN Community? If you are lucky and have friends amongst the dominants or have been introduced to a couple who are willing to take you under their wing and teach you and even allow you to practice on their own property or due to their excellent reputation. are able to attract one or two sub/slaves who are uncollared but who will offer their bodies for you to practice on, you are indeed lucky. However this will often not be so. You must walk as though on egg shells until you are known. Softly, softly is the motto here. If you are at all bombastic and loud mouthed, you will create a cavern of loneliness and isolation about yourself which could take years to break down. Similarly, if you enter the public local scene identifying with one of the small select (some may even believe you think it to be elite) groups such as Gorean, then you have a harder road to hoe. You will find that what you seek (24/7 TPE slave) is hard to find (scarcer than hens teeth). Again such a group as Goreans are often unpopular and can create fear in the minds of other non Gorean Dominants. Thus you need to learn about local groups and ease in so that people can get to know you as a person and continue learning as you go. I know many Goreans who in public never admit to being Gorean although were you to ask them they would not hid it. They just do not shout it from the roof tops although anyone who knows Goreans will pick them easily. This I learned from hard personal experience because I am up front. Another area which the older new masters may find, depending on the local sociological customs, is an older master may find it very hard to snaffle a young girl of between 18 to 30 when he is double her age. many of the young things seem to prefer Masters not too many years older than they are. (Perhaps they wisely think that a younger Master will have more sexual staying power too). generally a married Master is likely to have more problems collaring an unmarried girl unless he has a poly relationship with his spouse irrespective if she is Dominant or also a sub/slave too. These are just some of the problems which a new Master may well find himself facing. In summation it is I believe harder for: The Old Masters (Old farts of 50 ++) unless well known with an established reputation. Masters who are Married and especially to a Domme. Are known to be involved with or identify with a sub group not so popular or not well known. Simply that the pretty younger lasses will be attracted to Masters closer to their own age and the older sub/slaves will probably want an established Master and may not wish to have to help train a bloke new to the scene, and few are willing or drawn to any controversial areas where they would be part of a contentious minority group. It is a catch22 situation and may of course not hold true in all areas but it would appear to be so in Australia where as the age difference is not such a problem in the UK, Europe and the USA. Written by Iron Bear _______________________________ 7/3/2007 11:41:14 AM: "I wrote this a while ago for another non lifestyle/BDSM (Pagan) forum in reply to a question. This reply has been upsetting to some very good folk so pulled the post and sent a copy of this to the one who had asked the original question of me. Although I write about a Master/slave relationship, all that I have said equally applies to a Mistress/slave relationship to. Should some feel that this may apply to a Dominant/submissive dynamic, then us it I simply do not have any experience in relationships with submissives, only slaves. In my world there are an over abundance who believe a woman collared is then a toy to be used and not thought about as all she wants to do is serve him as his slave.. She does want that with a fire burning in her belly that is unquenchable unless she is owned by a man who doesn’t care for her.. It takes a Man, a real man to understand that his slave is something more precious than all the wealth in the world. She has given him her submission for she believes he is trustworthy, honest, truthful, honourable and possesses both integrity and kindness. In his hands she gives her being. He holds her health, her wellbeing, her happiness, her life itself. With a single glance he can reduce her to tears and her world roiling with misery as she wonders what she did wrong. With the touch if a hand on her hair he can lift her to a state is bliss and ecstasy. Kneeling at his feet naked she is in heaven, It takes a real Man to accept this responsibility and hold it truly without guile and misuse, It takes great courage and a huge heart to give yourself completely to such a man. Both must be worthy of the other. Such a master will want to and indeed work hard on knowing his slave, her needs, her wants, her secret desires. At this stage they work as one, complementing one another and yet two individual people. She knows she can speak to him of her problems and gently put things right when he makes mistakes for she too knows he is a man and thus not perfect. When he is at work, she misses his masculine presence. He too misses her being near him so that their time together is complete.. Are such men really walking this earth? I have been blessed by knowing a number of them and their girls. Mayhap one day I may aspire to walk with then as an equal.. Iron Bear Master of Bruin Cottage (A Victorian Lifestyle Home) _______________________________ 6/20/2007 9:22:44 PM: Growing Old In The Lifestyles Isn’t it strange how you write something like a poem because you are in a dark place and there seems to be no light at the end of the tunnel so you become reflective, and later, a few years later, you find that what you wrote is true for you? Thus it was when in 2005 I wrote “He sits fingering the empty collar”, Copywrite © Iron Bear ~ September 2005(All rights reserved) . One of the things which most of us never consider especially in the lifestyle, is that as we get older we are excluded more and more from possible play lists of both sub and slave alike. Yes I know there are exceptions and even exceptions where the reverse is true, Much of this is culturally based of course and some is just part of the nature of things where the old Bulls and pushed away from the herd to fend for themselves and die alone as the young bull, stronger with more stamina and staying power (more sexually attractive) take over till they too are ousted and left in the wilderness of old age. Here in Australia, our culture worships youth, bronzed athletic bodies scantily clad on sun drenched beaches. Culturally we have little time for old traditions other than those forged by out nation at war or in the throws of extreme hardship. We do not venerate or even look after our older generation and these days the Government even though they will never publicly admit it, want those infirm or disabled to die unless they are in the top 5% of financially secure people. This is seen in the refusal to accept those in relationships with large age differentials such as Neets and mine (30 years), where we do get socially discriminated against. So to is the general BDSM scene, once you are over 35, you are over the hill. God help you when you reach my age of being over 60! No one actively shuns you, but sub/slaves look upon you not as a Master or even a legitimate Dominant, but rather as a big brother or uncle who can take them to functions as long as you leave them alone in public to play with the young bucks, Having reached again this realization and that although I do have lovely sub/slave lady friends, who avoid any discussions in which they may feel the need to be honest and tell me that they are not interested in the collar of an old fart, I will never again completely collar another girl as long as I remain resident in Australia. Moving is almost impossible without suitable finances so one is caught between the rock and a hard place of hating where you live, your place of birth, and not being able to leave. For some it is crushing and many of them die from hopelessness. For me, I become whimsical and cynical. Rather than doing something like quitting and becoming a recluse, I choose to remain under my own terms and continue to help those on line and actively seek males sub/slaves for Neets. It may indeed mean that I do withdraw from most local activities and functions as well as from most online groups but that is as much as being due to medical conditions and study as anything else… When told about a party or munch, I’m just as likely to say, “No thanks I’m going fishing.”So my friends how do or would you deal with this problem of growing old and past your used by date? _______________________________ 4/19/2006 7:00:10 AM: What Is The Price Of Command ?What is the price of command you ask? You will always stand alone your responsible for every task. You see their eyes ask you Why? As they take their last breath. There is only one thing you can count on and that is certain death. Your aura is a red mist about you and your hands are red with blood. The bloody and pain of those men and women that you command unto death A hundred saddles filled with men and women you command, Riding earnestly to skirmish to test the enemy’s resolve and skill. Standing in the saddles, bows drawn, yelling, screaming cursing, In to fire and out of the foes returning fire, of the arrows that they fling, Lances lowered and raking the flanks who followed you from their horde, In small groups you turn and cleave them with the sword… Wearily and proudly, you turn and head for home, Sweat pouring of you, horses lathered with foam, You follow to where they are standing awaiting your command Silently you count the empty saddles and those who are harmed You give your orders and wait to see that all is well You see those faces who will never again ride pell-mell. You gather the belongings of those fallen friends The company auction will sell all the odds and ends The moneys raised are divided and will their pays so due Will be sent to their loved ones with your letter with words that are to few. You see the new recruits waiting, standing in the mud, Each begging to sign. eagerly for glory and for fame, their contracts you sign in blood. Generations pass each one seeing much the same, Weapons and governments change and war is just a game, You are some stinking jungle, the stench of napalm in the air, The new recruits keep coming seeming, without a care, You don’t want to know them until they have lived a week, For until they are blooded, it is they a not always swift death, will them seek. You still lead the raiding or take part in a bigger sweep Their lives you care for, for they are in your keep, They turn to you for orders and prey that you give them true For you are their commander and their lives depend on you. For those who have fallen, to their families you will write Their faces will still haunt you and never leave your sight. This is the price of command my friend! Is this what you ask? You will always stand alone your responsible for every task. You see their eyes ask you Why? As they take their last breath. There is only one thing you can count on and that is certain death. Your aura is a red mist about you and your hands are red with blood. The bloody and pain of those men and women that you command unto death. This is the price you pay, Their Blood! Copyright © Iron Bear April 2006 _______________________________ 2/18/2006 6:45:37 AM: The Ending He awoke and as he sat with his morning coffee an overwhelming feeling of sadness blanketed him. He sat with tears streaming from his eyes, and yet he could see no reason for this. As he sat he felt a soul-destroying loneliness seeping through him, chilling his bones. He begins to experience the bitter taste of hopelessness and feeling of no worth. He couldn’t remembers real successes just failures.. Failing to help those who needed him. Failing to see the hurt of so many people about him. A certainty grew that if he was gone, none would morn his passing and at the best a small few would remember him for a week, a month and then he would cease to exist in people’s memories… His sense of mortality and human fragility bore down heavily about him crushing all hope and joy from his very spirit… With a sense of uselessness he moved about the house tidying up all his things and checking that nothing was left as a burden to others… Sighing he walked out to the shed where he spent time crafting things for others, where he had the simple joy of making something from nothing and watching others getting pleasure from his gifts… He opens a carved chest and reaching out, trembling fingers over the floggers, slave whips, restraints and the collar, which had remained empty for so long. Tears still running down his craggy old face, he opened another chest and reverently touched his books. The magickal tomes, and the carefully rolled hand written scrolls, which had been his life’s work. The robes still smelling of incense; the daggers and ceremonial sword. In his mind he relived the memories each brought to him….. He painfully lowered himself in the centre of a well used circle and closed his eyes ..Waiting…. Waiting …. Time stands still and reality blurs…. Waiting.. Waiting…. That night several people came to the shed looking for the old man and saw the open chests and the marks where he has sat in the dirt floor of the circle.. All they saw was two feathers… one from an owl and the other from an eagle.. From the shed they saw the tracks of a Great Bear leading into the woods……………… copywrite © Iron Bear 2005

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