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Saga 227 ~People Don’t Die Properly “Anymore” ~

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I’ve read that a coward dies many deaths, but the brave die once. So, I’m still here, and Braxton isn’t. Today he would be eighteen. I don’t want to think back to when I was that age. I met B in my twenties. “People Don’t Die Properly “Anymore.”

Monday, February 13, 2023

Saga 227 ~People Don’t Die Properly “Anymore” ~

Two-Hundred and Seventy-Ninth Rule

Madam Justice
I AM a Billionaire right now… which means I will live forever. So why couldn’t I do that for Braxton? He’s eighteen today.

Why? Because I’m still alive. More like I still exist. Writing to you today of all days. Well, two days, today and Monday. I feel like Chris talking to Annie in What Dreams May Come. Sort of. I’m making you aware I exist so I can say what needs to be said. Which is this.

Happy Birthday, Braxton! Welcome to level eighteen B III! Too many more, B, my son. Now you know that Braxton died when he was fifteen. Thirteen days shy of sixteen. Madam, even now I know, not feel, these are facts. I should have followed Braxton. Everyone would say that’s not proper. Hell! Going to my granddaddy’s funeral smelling like a corpse isn’t, either. How about going to work today, Madam?

That’s one of many reasons that I’m not dead yet. Well, more like undead. A zombie, infected, an unperson? I was looking at my body Sunday… Madam, allow unselfishness to shine. My work is to do what Braxton and I always wanted. Was it more me than him? That’s fair? Anyway, we were supposed to be like Dennis and Domino Hof. I told M Anime. But it was Braxton’s Aunt Carolina. She let B run all over her body. Proper? Awesome? Maybe not, and yes. B loved her after that. As far as other people in B III’s Universe, hmm? As the song goes, “Oh, there ain’t no rest for the wicked.” So I won’t be joining B III anytime soon. I’m a bad man.

But I raised a good one when it comes to my son. My one saving grace. Yet, uh, the “special Hell?” The Ninth Circle of Hell. Treachery, Betrayal, of the one that loves me most? Madam, I looked in the mirror into cameras and a gallery I made. Emaciated. Madam, that’s the word that came to mind. Look at me ruining B’s birthday. I don’t even have the money to go and get some fries for him and myself. Well, I do, but I won’t. People. Being someone that’s… fucked, I don’t know. Only I’m still here, and Braxton isn’t. Madam, only the good die young. I want to be like the worst ones. To protect Braxton. He protects me? People Don’t Die Properly “Anymore”

743 Days Without B III, Day 184 of Virgil’s Arrival

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Lesson 219 ~Dom Like You Mean It~

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I can’t tell myself anything, but for her, I will do the impossible and for me well… how about everyone else, I don’t need a crown or a whole lot of money it helps though just saying. Dom Like You Mean It.

Monday, February 5, 2018

Lesson 219 ~Dom Like You Mean It~

Eighteenth Rule Madam Justice,

I Am Not Afraid Anymore, a dominant has no reason to fear, is it because he has whips, paddles, canes, of course not, is it because he has ropes, and chains, if they’re needed that’s not dominance, is it because he instills fear, the answer is no. A dominant must have control, no more, no less, control and power; control is his but power is given by those that serve, one who willingly submits honestly.

Domination might be a conversation better had with Dirty Diana, but I will try to keep it as clean as I can, god help us, you know that’s not my strong suit, a lack of control thereby I made it a rule. I read somewhere, and this is true that if you enter the lifestyle, BDSM and it’s only about the sex, then you’re in it for the wrong reason, sex is great but why I’m a dominant is for the control and the power. For me this expands far from sex, we don’t fear what we can control, and there are plenty of ways to gain that but imagine if you could just be you, as the bible says no weapon formed against me shall prosper; fear, violence, weakness.

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People get it backward, a submissive has all the power a dominant has control and when a dominant can willingly get this person or anyone to want to hand over power that is the turn on. A submissive says I can’t, and a dominant speaks you will; there are millions of ways to do this, but when she wants to, I don’t need my hands or gifts, no I don’t need anything (other than their legal consent). To get someone to do what you want, hell even without asking, cue the Homer moan. As I said though I want this in more than the bedroom, I can only imagine the man I would be if my inner dominant came out.

“Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.” Oscar Wilde

The lesson today is if I can be the man who gets a woman to so selflessly want to be mine, who can get a woman to let me see her naked, and I’ve never sent one “pic.” The man that somehow talked a woman from my door to my couch, to my bed, then how dare I look down on myself at all truthfully. I can do what a little boy once thought impossible; I can lead, I can rule, if I want power, Dom Like You Mean It.

I Will Have No Fear