As I look out the window I see marching bands for a mile...Colorful banners and streamers fluttering in the wind, terri ble fashions galore and foam straw flat-top hats...Their precise steps well paced together and the beat of drums from 27 floors below me...Groups from every country: USA, Canada, Spain, Columbia, Indiana...Indiana?...Apparently they now have their own country...

50 or 60 groups and they keep coming...It has been 2 hours and they are still pouring around the corner...They smile and wave and spin their flags...For...

The 100 people lined up along the route...Half of them just trying to cross the street to get their lunch...

Who would go to the logistic length to bring all of these people into downtown without PROMOTING this?

It actually makes me sad to see all of these people working so hard and no one to watch them...

So from high above you everyone, I am clapping...At least one person appreciates you...

Our new office is on the 27th floor...We just moved 18 floors up from our previous location...And looking out at the city got me thinking...

From here, everything looks so bright and clean and neat...Streets that follow predictable paths, trees seem to sprout everywhere, the river looks so blue and deep, houses look well painted and gardens so well maintained...It is all rather idyllic and clean and antiseptic looking down from this chrome tower through my sound-proof, deeply tinted windows...

But take the elevator down and walk out the door onto the street...Sounds of traffic and jackhammers and food vendors and children playing assault your ears...Smells of fresh pavement and hot dogs and deep brown mud intermixed with broken glass and moss and dust and mold and trees and flowers...

You see peeling paint on that house that looked well kept from above, the handicap railing across the front hanging loosely on one end, the screws retaining it long having rusted and bent...You suddenly realize the elderly, physically challenged tenant may no longer be able to weed her garden, sweep her sidewalk or even leave the house...

The sidewalk isn't so straight here, cracked and broken in some places...Crooked and buckled in another...You wonder how a child could play a game of hopscotch here much less roller-skate to the corner store...And it runs directly into the side of a building, where they built over it and never redirected a new version...

You see so many more things when you are at ground level, with everything in your face...Where things affect you and collide with your everyday life...

I am writing this because it reminds me of the upcoming election...So many people stand above society in their own view, safe in their knowledge that they only make good choices in life and never fall victim to moral wavering...They stand their tut-tutting those who do have things they are dealing with...The foreign family living in the tiny apartment, the children playing outside while their mother works, the unwed mother pushing her children to her mothers for babysitting, the failed businessman who has to declare bankruptcy because foreign competition drove him to lose everything...

They want to take a woman's rights to make decisions about her body and her reproductive rights, to make it impossible for you to get financial aid for school, strip away your rights to sue a doctor for botching your surgery, to stop stem cell research that could save your father Parkinson's or assure that your favorite park isn't protected from development or cattle grazing...

That is, until they are forced to take that elevator down to the first floor...Until they are forced to walk into the street with the rest of us....The rules should be staunchly upheld for everyone and everything viewed from 27 floors, through soundproof windows, with the heat of the sun filtered out for comfort...

Until their 16 yr old daughter makes a mistake and becomes pregnant...Until their husband is dying of Alzheimer's and stem cell research is the most promising potential therapy, until their plastic surgeon reattaches their nose crooked, or until they want to put a landfill in THEIR back yard...

It makes you want to wait until that moment and walk up to every single one of them and say:

How do you like the view now?

PLEASE make sure you are registered to vote this fall...Whichever side you choose, make sure your vote counts...

Although my hope is that my journal should not be JUST about BDSM related topics, I find that my Dominant side consumes a great deal of my inner energy or rather pondering my place in this world as a Master and Dominant often drives my thoughts...

But at the risk of sounding overly focused....

The Motion Of The Planets...

I am watching the planets begin to rotate inside her soul...She is new to this world, peeking in from a place that she feels is dark, stagnant, and monochromatic...I hear it in her voice when she speaks to me, shaking and driven and fearful as if she were a child again terrified of what she might find inside the darkness under her bed...Smiles and laughter and nervousness and wetness and hunger...

The frustration of her past relationships is there, I can feel it as well as a roughness, an anger over their reluctance to break her...Their fear of pushing her or being so desperate as to own her body or her soul or her voice...I on the other hand, hold her words as surely as I will hold my hand around her throat, able to push the air from her lungs as much as grant her the ability to breathe...

She knows what she is, a slave...She feels the pull of gravity, my experience...She knows her body is craving, my violation...She is in the right place, my gaze...She will become what she is inside, my slave...

The planets have been set in motion, around the sun that is her hunger...It is a force that I have warned her about, more powerful than anything she will feel...The pain will become her conveyance, and she will not be able to push away...

The planets are moving, she will live her destiny and I am the sun which shall warm her every surface...

Wow...I cannot believe this account still works...

Amazing...

Anyhow I just had an urge to update this thing...With Time praising blogs for thier opportunity for the "common man" to share thier opinion, I find it ironic that LiveJournal or others like it weren't mentioned...

Anyhow, I digress...

Well Slave Megan and I are still together and things are going wonderfully...Slave Sarah hasn't entered our lives in some time, which is a very good thing due to the drama involved in her commitment to the lifestyle...

We have been through some challenges together and we are still working through them together, but she remains my slave and I am proud of the growth she has shown, even in the last year...

If anyone is reading this, I hope everyone else is doing well and I will add more as I think of it...

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Hmmm....I can't ever say that without thinking of that horrible SuperTramp song...*shudder*...How sad to be getting old and having such things stuck in your head...Does anyone remember that song?...Makes me want to drive my car off a bridge...

Anyhow...its raining, and I have to set up an outdoor display today...Do other executives take the time to make sure things look right?...No...Does anyone else work with the college students to make sure their participation goes well and they get a good grade?...No...Will any other execs spend time on the weekend assuring that things go smoothly?...No

Sometimes I wonder why I put the time and effort in...But then I know why I do it...Because I care...about people and the general order of things...I know what its like to not have support for your projects...

It is the same with my slave girls...I truly care about their growth and future...I believe that when a woman comes to be to train or become owned, she should be better off educationally, culturally, career-wise, and financially than when she came to me..

I am just curious...Does this fit your sterostype of a Dominant?

SC

A question for everyone:

For those who have listed BDSM as an interest...how many of you have the following:

1. Real Time experience
2. An ongoing BDSM relationship
3. Friends or family that know about this side of you and either accept or dont accept it?

Just wanted some thoughts...

If you are just lurking...Add me as a friend...Say hello

Sir Corrupt

Things have been progressing, there are always candidates who crave learning about their hunger...Ones who have felt it all their lives, and those to have only recently admitted it to themselves...

But where is that ambitious girl? That beautiful proud girl? The one who needs to make the leap from her false vanilla world? Her pride and strength ready to carry her along to learn her role? One who doesnt feel BDSM is a freak show? A creature who feels akin to those of us who live as we know we should?

Are you reading this right now?

Sir Corrupt

Whoa..I swear I came here and updated this more recently...Time flies as you get older, so cherish each moment you have...I remember being 16 and SO wanting to be 18 and then 18 and DYING to be 21 and then WAITING to be old enough to buy my own house...

Now I am older and wishing I could be 21 again and then 18 and then 16 all over again...

Do not rush time or hurry along, you will only wish you had taken more time I assure you..

Sir Corrupt

She asked me the other day, a girl who wants to become mine, "Sir, what does it mean to be broken?"

"Ahhhh, little one, we have gone over this before, but kneel for me again and I shall share with you to truth"

Have you ever felt that the world has built you into something you aren't really? A plaster, metallic, chickent wired construct? Of course you have. We all have felt that way. When you first realize you have the hunger, to Dominate, to serve, to crave the pain, you begin to see that you are hiding with yourself. Hiding an inner light (some would say darkness) that shines on the true you.

When you come to me, I will take your wrists, take you in front of me, have you kneel for me. I will begin breaking you down to your most base person, helping you see that craving. Pushing aside your armor, treating you as a slave, as property. Through this you will begin you have a purpose and worth as you serve and dedicate yourself. Broken down and rebuilt, like the art you see from found artifacts. In my hands, you will be molded. Your body pushed, your soul plunged deeply into my world, you will grow inside. The old you will fall away, and with trust, you will emerge as this:

Proud
Strong
Confident
Beautiful
Dedicated

You will give me everything, completely, with no questions or worries.

When you are broken by me, you will become whole.

*kissing her forehead I smile down at her bound wrists*

Seem little one, you are my art, and you will always be remembered as such now.

I pasted the unedited ones with the syllabic corrections...*shaking his head*

Yes I know I am off on the count on some of those...

Sir Corrupt

For some reason I was feeling creative the other day...

For some Haiku have always been intriguing to me...Creativity within the constraints of something like the 5-7-5 syllable form is liberating in many ways...

Anyhow...I am going to update this journal more often, but here is a new note with some of the ones I wrote...

Remember these are all seperate, not part of a larger work...

BDSM Haiku

Swing The Whip Back Quick,
Through The Air It Bites,
Giving Her The Reward.
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Quiet Kneeling Female,
Focus On Her Form For Me,
She Is So Tiny.
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Methods Of Giving,
Pain For Pleasure By Moments,
My Canvas She Becomes.
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Take Nothing So Big,
Except Her Breath,
But Give Perfection.
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From Birth She Has Known,
Her Place Among The Men,
A Slave Her Heart Sings
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His Anger Rushes In,
Calmed By His Knowledge,
Through Cool Smooth Guidance

Hello everyone...I am back...Been a long time away, hectic days, restless nights...The weight of time washes you along on a tide of roaring white rush and here I come to rest 2 months later...New house, new city, new job...Ahhh where to start?

I hope everyone has been well...I certainly have...I have discovered a few things in the last couple of months...

1. Maintaining a D/s bond between a Master and slave is very hard during emotionally exhausting times

2. You can never have ENOUGH time for your parents

3. Dedication can bring you through anything

4. Sushi Chef's named Syeve CAN make amazing food

5. Everyone once in a while you do find somene who stands behind you when things are tough

6. Happiness is where you make it

Anyhow...I want to catch up with everyone..so I will be checking out those journals...

See you all soon

Corrupt

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On Society's View Of BDSM:

Well I did it...For the first time in my life I slipped and left the voicemail...You know the one, where you say "Hey Jane, this is Sir, give me a call about the August projections ASAP"...The one where the person at headquartters listens to it and goes "WHO IS SIR?" and then realizes its your voice...The message where she forwards it to a couple of people of influence and you have to backpedal like crazy to explain it...Kinda hilarious when you think about it...

Sometimes I wish I could lay it on the line for the whole world..."Yes, I am a Master and YES they are my slave girls and YES I am proud of my lifestyle"...Ahhh but corporate America isnt exactly accepting...

Corrupt

Why will no one comment on my posts?

Can anyone see me?...Does anyone care? *peeking through the pixels to see if anyone is out there*

Who journies close and who gazes from afar?...Why do i sit here pondering in this beautiful glass enclosed office, all chrome and marble?...Why do I crave quiet times when being busy is so important to me?...Why can I not take a real vacation day and leave the cell phone off?...Why is my house, or rather where it is and how well maintained it is, so paramount to me right now?

Questions, questions, questions...

Anyone out there?

Sir Corrupt

Regarding the hunger...

I often equate the hunger for either Domination or submission with an artist who begins their art with only a piece of paper and charcoal...You can do some amazing things, images of beauty and life, images of love and pride...

I see the vanilla world like as such...When someone realizes their hunger, in either direction, their world changes...It is like that artist is given a canvas of any size they choose to shape as the crave...All of the colors of the palette are suddenly at hand...Life takes on new hues at every moment...Pleasure and pain are shades that bring depth to ones world...Dedication fixes the colors so that they can weather wind, rain, and darkness...

It is like this with the slaves I own...Watching them smile proudly as they see the colors for the first time is truly the moment that I crave...Knowing they hunger to give their bodies to me for my pleasure and nothing pleases them, or me, more than kneeling for me awaiting my command...

This is why I am a Dominant and this is why I am a Master

Sir Corrupt

Morning finds me tired....Stress even distracts a Dominant from his mission slightly...slave Megan could not sleep all night...It frustrates me because she needs to sleep SO badly but she wont...Her mind is whirling and i can feel it...Sleeping is one of the FEW things a Master cannot command his slave to do...As it is something that he cannot even command himself to do...

Come to think of it...I could use a nice long day of sleep *lol*

Hmm is this stalling?

Mondays are always horrible...Spend the whole last week on business and the weekend with realtors, I am exhausted...I am not looking forward to having people going through my house saying that paint isnt right, or the carpets need cleaning...but alas, a promotion is a promotion and I shall work it out...

Slave Megan's hunger is so strong, sometimes it makes her heart hurt when her master goes away...I have worked very hard to cultivate the trust and faith in her hunger and she has repaid me in dedication...I am so proud of her and her strength in everything we have been going through...

Slave Katie is learning...She is hating her old world and craving her new world so badly it makes her sick sometimes with tension...She will be here soon enough and then all of her dreams can come true...

Sometimes its hard to live a lifestyle that is so natural to you when the entire society you live in doesnt see the beauty of it or the power or the dedication it requires...