MASTER-SEEKING-SLAVE

Don't dismiss The Iron Fist,

When nature's fury flies.

Nothing stronger than the kiss,

When making baby cry.

Now dry those eyes,

My fragile soul.

Who trembles from the touch.

Tender loving care, my dear,

Won't worry you so much.

Weakness wanes on weary minds, wondering.

Where's the whip?

The Master's mind mediates.

The candle in the wind.

Much to my surprise and pleasure, my wife now wants to be involved this time around. Normally, she wouldn't participate. But now, we're hunting as a Master and Mistress. We now have 3 good prospects. 2 coming as a pair. We may just keep all 3. Why not? Warning! I'm back on The Hunt, and smelling blood in the water. We're gunna need a bigger boat. Lock up your daughters...

Sorry for my absence, to those who are watching and waiting. Now, I know there are at least a few of you. From 4 candidates, it's now down to just one. Maybe the one, unless I find something better. Only time will tell. It is 21 years old, and lives 200 miles away. For now, but not for long. Due to life, it can't relocate until late August. Which is fine with me, because my home is not ready for it, yet. If this works out, this will be a lifetime appointment, 24-7 TPE. It has no experience as a slave. A bare canvas, awaiting my brushstrokes. Putty in my hands, craving my Mastery. I will not share any pictures until it arrives, out of respect. It will not belong to me until it wears my collar, tightly. After that, all of this will become public. Something you surely don't want to miss. Unless you think that you could serve me better...