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Beautiful, and not your typical sub.

Not typical because:

-Unlike many others, I don't want to call you Master, I am not a dog, and I'm not into objectification. At all. I'm not judging, I'm just putting it out there.

-I could never call you 'daddy'. I have a daddy, he's cool, but the last spanking he gave me happened when I was two. Please don't make me picture his face while...well, never mind, just don't.

-I switch, but only with other women, which is odd because I'm not sexually attracted to other women. I don't enjoy contact from the same sex (in a sexual manner) unless I'm dominating. HARD LIMIT.

-I know the qualifying Dom when I see him. And I'm picky. I need a person that takes care of his body as well as he would intend for mine. Soooo, those of you with weight management issues - please, not for me Sirs. In addition, some of you are psychotic, and I won't reply to you because you scare the shit out of me.

-I'm loud. Okay not the drunk-in-a-bar kind of loud, but when I'm being flogged...I scream...Hence, I've discovered that gags are incredibly effective, which brings me to my next...

-I really don't dig the ball gag. Seriously. Okay, okay if it really gets you going... Actually, no. No.

-No drugs, very little drinking. I don't entertain friends, employees, anything or anyone on drugs. I am the drug. If I'm not enough, your loss.

Thank you for taking a look at my profile Sirs and Madams.

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1/29/2009 10:15:29 PM

So I was reading Safe Word this evening.  It's startling.  Frightening in its raw, blunt, and overt sexuality.  The first time I read it, I couldn't put it down.  This book was my first intoduction to the BDSM world.  I would blush under the shade of a Starbucks umbrella, one fingernail between my two front teeth, sucking at the index finger of my right hand.  Whenever I looked up my gaze would fix on tiny details contained and presented by other people.  A set of rings welded together and hung from a delicate chain.  Strong forearms full of ropey veins and muscle.  The arch of a bruise curling in a semi-circle up a woman's tanned calf, the discoloration, the deviant behavior of burst capillaries beneath.  Mmmm...  I'd catch myself, transfixed, and look to the margins of each delicously pain ridden page, looking up now and then with guilty, heavy-lidded eyes.  Could you have seen me?  Could you have detected my presence, had you been there, watching me?  Would you have known?


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lisaboberts14
 
 Age: 26
 Alexandria, Virginia