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saxon1one
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Hi!
I am a dominant lady. I enjoy the company and attention of men who submitswitch, submissive men and well-behaving slaves. Or comparing notes with Doms, too.
I am looking for friendship, above all, and connection of minds. I get all sparkly and glowing with good, witty, interesting conversation. I am into Ds, first and foremost. Everything else follows.
I am in a relationship with Mr Vanilla, who knows about and accepts my kink, but doesnt participate. It leaves me to find my pleasureonline only and sharpen my claws.
Love,
Bee
(Profile reviewedupdated on 14 February 2018)
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I chatted with somebody and then, without warning, his account vanished. It felt like the most unfair tag ever.
Then another messenger's account vanished, and another and another ... I have had messages from several people, and their accounts have been deleted.
Do we have a Grim Reaper of Accounts among us? Whose kink is this?
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"Water, water everywhere. Nor any drop to drink." Anyone know how this feels? |
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Unhide profile and let the waves of mail wash away the long absence. Like I was never away, still the same.
Most new contacts, and hello my lovelies, are pre-submitted, ready to kneel, serve and do whatever I want before the discussion has even started. I am given their shopping lists of likes, limits, life story before they know if I am even genuine, an imposter, a fraudster or possible undercover. It rather makes my participation superfluous, doesn't it? Is that real submission? |
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Spring is about to do what springs do this time of the year.
I have gone a full circle once more and I am back here again. Is that good or bad? |
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Every time I visit the site, I see the sidebar advertising of most gorgeous hunky men *ever*, and what's more, right here in my home town! I mean, like, wow! Not only are they handsome – and naked or scantily clad – but all of them earn megabucks. Hallelujah! Either skilled craftsmen or well educated, right? I am so tempted to click on the links, so badly, hand-shakingly badly, you have no idea. But.
You knew there would be a but.
I cannot say I continuously patrol the streets or local amenities of my home town. All these yummy males could easily slip past me. But all of them, all the time? I use the main supermarkets, the main pharmacies, the most popular coffee shops, and no, none of them have ever passed me by. Like ever. Not even fully clothed.
I am almost tempted to pencil a letter to the Advertising Standards Agency. Could the sidebar advertisers at least use some other town for the location of these guys? As an act of simple kindness perhaps so I won't keep looking. |
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I keep going back to read my own profile because I get these messages telling how much these people have enjoyed it. What?! There's hardly anything in it. No laundry list of requirements. No long rambling tale of hopes, dreams, aspirations. Just bare bones (and some bones missing).
Would I keep getting similar messages even if I deleted all text? I wouldn't be surprised.
#colourmecynic |
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Here I am again, viewing profiles and trying to find so called common ground. There isn't enough time in anybody's life to read every single profile (even the ones with only one undeive line) of the appropriate demographic group. So I resort to checking out the profile pictures.
What do I see? Nice holidays. Landscapes with no redeeming features. Cartoons of male distress. Hairy (or not so) male torsos. Selfies with distorted (or not) angles. Oh, did I mention torsos? And pictures that, in some way, represent the person's kinky mindset. Those I like. Even if the mindsets don't match mine.
I guess what I'm looking for is a profile (with a) picture that would make me go <phwoar! want one of those!>
Call me a dreamer. |
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Back like a recovering addict …
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Sometimes small everyday miracles do happen. I'm suddenly back together with my ex-slave. Oh happy days!
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A cosmetic company has an iconic blusher called Orgasm, which I have and like. I also recently found out that Deep Throat, another of their blushers, looks good on me.
If they had BJ and DP as blusher shades, what are the odds that I’d like them as well? |
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Dear pups,
Much as I admire -- and eye-fuck -- young(er) flesh, taunt skin, defined musculature, and isn't youth attractive in itself, I do not guide, instruct, house-break, train, or introduce anybody to this lifestyle. That is your journey. Not mine. You do that work, not me.
What I do is take a grown man, one who has lived and loved, been kicked down, got up and kept going. One who is open and positive, optimistic and adventurous, and let's not forget mischievous, proactive and going after what he wants. He knows (pretty much) how to approach a lady, what to say, and especially what *not* to say. He knows how to seduce, tempt and lure even a Domme, and how to serve her in that capacity. He is, and I know there are those who will now grin, strong and independent. I do not need to train or house-break him: he is ready for me.
That should be clear enough.
From experience I know, sometimes there are exceptions. Please do not expect that is you. |
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All right, my darlings! Some of you, in fact many of you, write to me and are sort of sweet, sort of on the right track. Contrary to the general belief, I, too, operate within the laws of chronology and have no more than those pesky short 24 hours in any given day, and at the end of the day (those 24 hours) there is only one of me. What it means is that I cannot answer everyone, not that I even want to, but even if I wanted to, well, it is impossible. That's how it is going to be.
Until you can offer me more than 24 hours a day. ?
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Rant du jour:
I do not care much about High Protocol, personally. Low protocol serves me fine. But when a new sub contacts me for the first time ever, obviously mindful of the first impression, looking for a lady to play with, perhaps to have that special connection with, and then proceeds to write in **text speak**, with "u" rather than "you", I just want to dip his knackers in boiling oil. Delete button is way too merciful for those messages. |
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Profile is the clue sheet to follow, gentlemen. If you read it, then there's no point of offering me something that I'm not interested in. Please don't write just because you like the pretty picture. We all end up disappointed.
It is that simple. |
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So many men, so little time! Tempted to do crowd surfing all over the lovely boys ... I need more than 24 hours a day. |
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Agony Aunt Bee was asked if I've ever seen a guy fucking his peehole with a toothbrush. No, can't say I have. But cleanliness is next godliness, so all good, right? Would go as far as suggest a bottle or pipe brush for added godliness. |
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I received comments about my earlier journal entry. O ye of tender hearts. How you will suffer. Do I look like I care? |
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What's this male compulsion to post pics of their torsos? Do chicks dig male tits? Hmmm ... Whereas a six-pack is a six-pack. Delish, probably because it's so rare.
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Well, as expected my Inbox has filled in. A lovely feeling. But seriously? I think I still favour quality over quantity.
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Updated profile since I'm back, looking.
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| Age: 34 |
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Arizona |
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