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Real Time Black Dom's Video & Photo Diary BLOG This is a very long introduction because I want those who take the time to read it how I came to to be on this journey from things that happened in my earry life. I was a DOM on this site for almost 20 twenty years before I stopped coming on here for a variety of reasons. Mostly because I found many, many, did I say MANY special sub / slaves and was just enjoying the power dynamics of dominating them in my particular style. I now hope to share some of my real time experiences here in my ALT BLOG. starting with: 1) What does ALT...Alternative lifestyle really mean? To most it is just the name of this site, but to the learned and experienced Dom, Domina, Master, Mistress or submissive or slave personality it means oh, oh so much more! It means the person of interest int eh many varied layers of BDSM kinks is leaning towards or has fantasied or has finally chosen not being forced to BUT chosen to live in an ALTernative lifestyle that most def encompasses so much more than just a penis or vagina being ummm stimulated by paddles or whip or by cruelty to a submissive personality being dispensed by a top with sadistic tendencies or machinations. I speak truth to a Tops power over a bottom, to a Master's ability to take no yea to make a sub / slave leaning personality go into sub space willingly and knowingly giving up control; sometimes with limits and sometimes with out any limitations. I like n that to you understanding that a even the most gifted trapeze artists only practice and perform WITH A NET BELOW THEM. The great ones take their own and the one under their control to a whole different echelon of faith and trust when they enter into or advance a submissive / slave to a NO LIMITS agreement. Then they are truly Master or Mistress of the sub / slave's fate, the stewards of their emotional, psychological and of course physical well being. Notice I did not include spiritual in that statement. I was a Dom and Master I never confused myself with being their God. Many of the profiles I see on this and other sites of like ilk state no belief in a higher spiritual deity and in my blog here I will respect the right of non belief; although that is not my personal experience. In judging no one I consider myself the prospective prosecutor of everyone yes everyone's right to believe or not believe what ever they want. 2) Finally huh lmao. I will start at the beginning of my own experiences of becoming I did not wake up one morning and BAM was a Dom. I became a man who found enjoyment in various types of early acts that had a dominant flavor. I did not suddenly existentially realize I am a Dom or that I now all of a sudden on my own made this happen. In Star Wars Luke is a Jedi Knight like his Father was before him the story in that saga says. He did not know that until it was revealed to him through later experiences in his life. My father was in my opinion one of the first really angry black men. He did all the duties of a Master Sergeant in the boot camp up in the bay area. You know the cast type the one with the big flat hat that runs the new recruits around to breed out the weak and to bear their cast upon the ones they deem worthy to carry the warriors mantle in to battle. But he was a drum roll Negro in 1941. Not a black man, not an african American but a 2nd rate citizen in a racist whire contolled society. A Negro. So by the time he married his high school sweet heart a couple of years later he had developed a dominant personna. One he had developed to just survive in the pecking order of his day. He preached that to his that if you did not dominate you would be dominated. I saw the dominant behavior but di not understand it at that time. We did not look him in the eyes. He did not hate white people or Jewish people, but he understood the power dynamics of how they ruled his life. He preached that to his that if you were not strong as in Alpha male strong you would be dominated by the strong. He worked for one Jewish millionaires Jewelry, Furs and furniture company his whiole adult working career. Thirty five years. Outwardly and inwardly he never, ever felt that he was inferior to them but he served his Masters well. 3) Now with that umm historical take on my strict Alpah male seargeant; who only could get a corporal stripe Father background I wil begin my blog's chronicle of how I went from curious scared as hell of my domineering Father caterpillar to budding pupae and on to full fledged Dominant<b> butterfly. </font></b>I guess what I am trying to convey in my blog is "the process of becoming". A nerd yes a nerd in elementary school I ended up in gifted classes by the third grade. I learned to speak fluent French. Ahh Bon jour madame como tali vous. Ja mapelle Guiamme Chapelli mon ami le bon et vous and blah blah blah. It didn't mean very much to me at the time I was what seven years old. The angry alpha male Dad a truck driver from racist Missisippi had moved north to just as racist top of the south Missouri, St. Louis in particular and he oft siad it was a total waste and that when would i ever have to speak French on a job as a waiter maybe, as a porter possibly not as a janitor or a mechanic the top jobs for Negroes of that era. He dominated his ten 's and his wife's my Mom's life. Oddly it was pointed out to me many many years later that we never heard him use vulgar language other than hell and damn. He ruled with just a variety of looks and phrases. "I bought you into this world and I will take you out!" Basically displease me with your actions and / or deeds and "I will beat you with in an inch of your life and then shove you the rest of the way!" If all your chores are not done are not done or I hear for your Mother you were disrespectful to her or your elders "I will slap you so hard today you will end up in the middle of next week!" Hard to fathom that he would hit me on Thursday and I would land on the following Monday. If you have read this far you surely get that though I feared him, I also LOVED him! There was no gang, no set, no clique that could even come close to my fear of him. and yes they did try when I got to my teens. He did not discipline with his fists he used his belt, or a extension cord and sometimes a cane. His demeanor when all was calm was down right jovial with big heart laughs and jokes that I did not get. How ever once angered his eyes would roll like a shark in blood infested waters and you could sense that he derived pleasure from dispensing punishment. I vowed that I would never be like that with my nerdy sense of false intellectualism. I had to sit in his room from right after school three fifteen and do my home work which he would check when he got home like a Swiss watch at exactly five o clock. And so my journey began at age twelve into dominant submissive kinky sexual behavior. See he had a college level rack of books in that bed room. Moby Dick , a Tale of Two Cities, Great Expectations, The complete works of William Shakespeare ( who he would argue with anyone who would listen was a light skinned Negro posing as a white man in England), James Baldwin made my head really hurt when I tried to read his books, but I truly fell in love with all the works of his favorite writer Alexander Dumas. "The Three Musketeers", "Man in the Iron Mask" and my very favorite "The Count of Monte Christos". You say mmm nice story but other than certain alpha males in those books how did this contribute to me developing a dom's persona? Ha one day at age ten and a half I stumbled upon a foot locker under his bed and "voila" the old style French post cards! Lewd depictions of sexual acts of every variety and positions. many showing over the knee spanking activities. I was afraid yet enthralled. Then his nudist magazines mmmm white, yes all white women, and men too tho my focus was clearly on the fairer sex being totally nude at the ranches and beaches depicted. And then, and then I found several copies of OBEAH magazine. You can Google it I am sure a magazine showing Negro men and women using, spanking, cavorting white women around at their homes, some on a leash like a others giving fellatio the clinical term of his day to what today is called big black cocks. I freaked. Pants bulging and penis leaking I hurriedly and nervously put them back in the foot locker, but you can;t bar the barn doors once the live stock has escaped it is too late. I looked at them every day I could if no one was around, especially the OBEAH magazines and yes he got new ones every couple of months. It would be years before a big busty muscular black girl friend from yep Mississippi would literally beg me to spank her ass while I was jumping all up and down in her nineteen year old pussy ( I was barely twenty one at the time. See I had Landed my first job as an entertainer in St. Louis. The next few times she not only sucked my dick she first meticulously washed my ass and then ate and tongue fucked it like her tongue was a kazoo. When I started to cum she whispered Choke me Daddy choke me and take your dick out and cum on my face." This was the end of the nerdy caterpillar phase. I was now headed pell mell into the pupae larva stage of becoming a dominant. The thrill of spanking her was more from the fact that she craved it. She got off on it. We progressed to over the next year before she went back down south to me holding her tightly by the hair and gagging her as she rimmed me and tongued my ass, tried to swallow my balls and would gag as I held her head down on my rock hard dick. and believe me I had a high school sweetheart that was 38 26 38 since I was nineteen and the feeling and orgasms with Rebbie were just exponentially off the chart. I showed her just before she left my Dad's Obeah magazines and her eyes just fucking glazed over. She vowed that when she returned the following summer I would put a leash on her and we try the over the knee stuff. Well she never returned. in my next blog I will tell you how my dominant desires were suppressed until a Italian fan of my show here in Los Angeles invited me to my first BDSM clothing optional party at the hone of a well known television stars home in the Hollywood Hills just overlooking Sunset Boulevard and how once I tasted those various flavors and nectars I would never ever be the same. Cheers and thanks for reading eh e=wading through this my initial blog discourse.     |
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