That I've tended to get along with dominant women online is the only qualification I can claim for the following. Will pleasing another, serving her satisfy you deeply, make you happy? Or is it really having your shopping list of tortures and humiliations filled that matters most to you? But you need to be honest with yourself before you can be honest with the people you approach online.
To my (pleasant) surprise, he's actually better looking than his pictures. (We've all been on dates with the "6'0" guy who's up to our chin -- guys, it's the equivalent of women posting pics from 50lbs ago). Also, The League feels exclusive (even if they are "accepting" hundreds of thousands of people). They are the radicals of society, the misanthropes of the world, and the killjoys of polite and amicable conversations. If you’re frequently impassioned, incensed, fervent, frenzied, vehement and agonizingly ardent … We cry on the shoulder’s of strangers, share our deepest woes with unwitting coworkers and spend hours writing sonnets to unsuspecting Facebook friends … The truth is, people just don’t understand us intense people. Funnily enough most dominant women are looking for individuals.And while she may want to know how you look in petticoats she probably wants a guy who is a man.You do read stories of women who reduce men to 24/7 sissymaids and permanent cuckolds.Often I've suspected these were men living out their fantasies by creating an online faux-Domme persona that enforces them. We don’t like having big social networks – they dilute our intensity too much. When Jack died in Titanic, and when Dobby died in Harry Potter … Lord Byron and Catherine from Wuthering Heights are our paradigms of romantic partner perfection. We easily become emotionally bonded to characters in books, TV shows and movies. Of course, I finally stop lying to myself and acknowledge the guy is a complete fucking douchebag through whom I'm seeking approval (ladies, I know some of you hear me). You get to experience a fleeting sense of validation that you’ve been accepted into a virtual cool-kids club and someone thinks you’re good enough.Guy goes radio silent for three days, then starts texting me exclusively after 1am. The League only gives you five matches a day -- helllooo! And with that low number, you're also unnervingly aware of the fact that you'll be called out as flaky if you don't talk to these people.