About 10 years ago - something less

About 10 years ago - something less - I had a friend who confessed to me that she would loved to be tied and having sex. The tought kept hanging between us and a few weeks later, we decided to have a go for it. I tied her up on the kitchentable, blindfolled her, shaved her and made love with her. It felt good, it felt realy good. It was as if I was eating my whole live the same dish and discovered there were plenty of dishes, all types of menus, all different tastes and I was hungry, terribly hungry ...I rolled in to bdsm by coincidence. It was great. I found my place. I discovered myself, I found myself. I became aware of what I was: a dom and I liked it, I liked it a lot. I came home. But more, the box of pandora was open, closing it was not an option anymore.During the years, I had the opportunity to meet amazing ladies. Each of them had her own story, some where even novices - how beautifull was it to introduce them, to let them taste all the sweetness bdsm stands for - and all of them participated in my development, my skills, my passion. Some of them stayed for a while and went on, others found the lover they were aiming for and simply became good friends, others still are somewhere arround. It worked fine for years. The agreement with all of them was simple. A few wonderfull hours, evening, night, weekend and after it: business as usual. No promises, no regrets. Share the lust, not the suffer. . I guess I was the happiest men in the world. My friends envy me. Happy single with a girl, a sub, a slave at my side when I was in the mood and fancied some nice time.No, I'm not careless, not at all. I'm a very sensible person. Even more, I'm convinced that you can only be a good dominant if you realy care for your sub. They give you the most valuable gift you can receive. They give you their body, their soul, their mind. And it's yours to play with within the field they determined. You can take them on a surfing trip on the waves of a bursting vulcano. You can seek their limits, flirt with their borders. You can comfort them when they get completely exhausted and overwelmed with emotions. You can share the energy that flows between the both of you. Life was splendid. I enjoyed every minute of it. But, since some time, several months I guess, it isn't enough anymore. I didn't imagined it could ever happen to me, but I want more. The definition, my definition, changed. Altough it has been fun, and it still is, I want more. I want a partner, a lover, a friend, a slut, a sub, a slave .... And I want it all combined in one single person. That's my queeste, that's D's Queeste....You like to find out more about me?Please read my blog on http://ddduck.web-log.nl