Now that the NYC is "opening up" from the long Lock Down, I am refreshing my profile after many months of isolated reflection and study.

This is not my first rodeo. I have enough experience with Femdom kink, in the scene and private relationships, to know where my bliss will be found, and it is in making another’s life blissful - hopefully.

I am an honest and honorable man, with a good heart and varied intellectual interests. While I am open to dating or a “play partner” I am seeking a genuine connection and chemistry with the woman worthy of my devotion, who isn't too far from 50 - e. g. I've no interest in someone young enough to be my daughter.

Ideally, we will present to the outside world a well-adjusted happy couple, with nobody guessing what happens behind the closed doors where a Domme F / sub male bedroom and “woodshed” are the bedrock and pillars of a profound relationship forged in mutual trust and commitment, bonded by the ever-deepening private intimacy, reconfirmed and revitalized though the rites and rituals known to none but ourselves, clarifying the enlightened mind, purifying the ecstatic soul, and embodied in the flesh through the crucible of the cane and the communion of cunnilingus.

Whatever other things She Who Must Be Obeyed truly loves or wants to explore shall be what they shall be.

I began dating another woman who had deeply secret fantasies of being a Domme. She had a bag of toys including a full Plug Training Set, various spanking implements, blindfolds, etc., had elaborate fantasies of a houseboy who kissed her feet when she came home, was disciplined often to maintain roles, and emasculated through pegging and crossdressing, etc. etc. Major power play stuff.

But she was otherwise conservative in her general real-life personality, and ultimately she lost her nerve after a couple of basic sessions. She was stigmatized by the thought of being "deviant" and not "normal," and literally had a dream where her recently deceased mother burst in on her and was disgusted to see her wearing a strap-on with her houseboy tied to the spanking horse. And she ran away from it all.

That was sad, for her, and of course frustrating for me, who was willing to try whatever she required. At least she had someone to take down her Christmas tree and perform a few other chores for a couple of weeks.

I realize there are not many women my age who live in the NYC area. But I am hoping the site will grow in popularity and I will someday meet a woman of compatible temperament who is interested in long-term chemistry.

Desires and Fantasies
My earliest fantasies were focused on having one of the teachers I most worshiped to become my governess and then somehow foster or adopt me and spend her time between praising me for pleasing her and spanking the daylights out of me for wanting to see her in her underwear.

My adult ideal would actually pretty similar, being adopted by a worshipful teacher with a serious spanking fetish, only she would be teaching me how best to please her.