It is typical of life that just as three or four major life events collide, within a few weeks the in-tray gets full to bursting. That is the nature of the world I suppose.
In Ancient Rome a conquering hero had a slave at his shoulder during a Triumph telling him ‘Remember you are mortal.’ Most of us have to contend with life and its ups and downs without such reminders. Not because we are not heroes, modern life is heroically complicated compared to the one led by those who trod that ancient forum, but because life reminds us every day that we are indeed mortal.
I say this not to blow my own trumpet, but to highlight another issue. I mean if I had a trumpet I would not hesitate to blow it, egoist that I am. That goes with the territory of being a master Dom in a castle high on a hill in North London surrounded with slave girls; assuming of course that any such creature ever existed.
No what I refer to is the great many emails that I have received of late just as I am unable to give them the attention they deserve. Often they come from writers and people with quite accomplished lives who variously ask me for advice, offer their stories, and in one case wonder if they will ever have the opportunity to come to Spankville for real.
The underlining assumption sometimes is that maybe I have some special knowledge or abilities that transcends the norm. But normality is a relative concept and ultimately a state of mind.
The truth is I am just a guy who apart from a few half-baked clumsy adventures had no experience until well into my 20s and thought a spanking relationship was only going to happen in my head.
Then a clumsy virgin offering me fellatio (my first experience as it happens) bit me by mistake and I spanked her; an action that surprised us both and led to further adventures, Lost in Yorkshire being just one of them.
I was not miraculously turned into a Dom by this relationship and despite further adventures and other women I continued to bumble on haphazardly for many years.
Now the readers of this post, assuming they got this far and did not just dwell on the picture above, will be divided into three parts.
The first will be thinking how comes this never happens to me. For the second it already has and probably more often and finally there are the scene players who occasionally dip in for stories and pictures who are already yawning and thinking ‘just get on with it will you it’s no big deal.’
Most of the first group will be under 40, or perhaps younger than 50 even.
There are many exceptions but most people do not have the confidence, maturity or experience to see that life is finite and that they do not need permission to be who they are until they have been around the block a few times. And even then we are all still scared as we heroically press on.
If you are a 21-year-old guy terrified that a girl will think you’re a perv for your spanking tastes, then remember that she is even more scared.
I did not make real progress (and heaven knows I am still learning) until I began this blog and began to use it as a hook to make contact.
These days I am lucky enough to have a relationship with P in our modest ‘castle’ in North London. She is a much loved and much missed talented former blogger outted by an envious malicious delusional fantasist she was once foolish enough to trust. I know for a fact, and thanks for that support friends, that she inspired many women to be who they are. It is a shame that the woman concerned managed to mar several lives and close at least one other popular blog by phoning the blogger’s workplace or similar actions. But on this I can say no more.
I don’t talk about my relationship or our adventures together, although they inspire almost everything I do in one way or another. But do not think that such relationships are easy or always run smoothly. If I ever get it right then I might hand out some advice about it. But if you remember, respect, trust and empathy in all things, then you will not need it.
As I said at the top of the page, the in-tray is bursting and not all of it vanilla. I have had some great stories and pictures from people, some of which I hope to use one day in some form. But as I have explained some stories are inappropriate for one reason or another and must be filtered or edited. This blog is for and about the 18+, but keep them coming and if I have not got back to you or replied to your emails and comments it is because I am only mortal and life events have overwhelmed me lately.
I say only this now because of all the kind words and contributions of people willing to share who have asked in one way or another ‘who is DJ Black?’ I want to thank them.
I am a man on a journey, just like you and just like you I have far to go. We all have lives and hurdles to climb, but sometimes life does begin at 40, 50, 60 or even 5 o’clock.
