Still Masked After All These Years
I am Draegarman or DMan for easier typing. Sometimes it can be soooooooooo difficult to type around here. I do like to accommodate. In a very controlled way.
I am a Dominant. More of a Master Daddy really. I don't like a lot of pain in My play but I do like some.
I own a collared submissive, lucid desire who is more than a hand full. I am not seeking any others.
I'm told I can also be ornery and I always appreciate that compliment.
Oh and the mask or masque as I usually spell it? It came with the handle. It is mostly put away these days. But if you see it. Be afraid. It can be a very scary thing that old masque.
Truth to tell I might have a couple of masques hanging around.
I know. I might have a masque problem. ... laughing
As for Me, I am an incorrigible flirt as you will likely realize soon if you don't know it already.
Thanks for reading.
Red Right Hand
This song used to be My entrance song way back in the day. I'd take a verse of it and tack it on at arrival. You may have heard it on the X-Files or perhaps at the beginning of one of the Scream movies. Most recently it has been used as the theme song on Peaky Blinders. Or maybe you are just a fan of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. If you haven't heard it you need to check it out on Youtube. It needs to be played quite loud for the full effect.
The song is called Red Right Hand.
Take a litle walk to the edge of town
Go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms,
like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires,
in the humming wires
Hey man, you know
you're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge,
past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
a red right hand
He'll wrap you in his arms,
tell you that you've been a good boygirl
He'll rekindle all the dreams
it took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole,
heal your shrinking soul
Hey buddy, you know you're
never ever coming back
He's a god, he's a man,
he's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
through this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat
is a red right hand
You ain't got no money?
He'll get you some
You ain't got no car?
He'll get you one
You ain't got no self-respect,
you feel like an insect
Well don't you worry buddy,
cause here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
and the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his
red right hand
You'll see him in your nightmares,
you'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere but
he ain't what he seems
You'll see him in your head,
on the TV screen
And hey buddy, I'm warning
you to turn it off
He's a ghost, he's a god,
he's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by
his red right hand
-- Entrance lyrics by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
Copyright 1995-2018 by Draegarman.
TRIPLES with EMMA