Im an experienced Master of my own will with an insatiable and at times unquenchable thirst to Dominate.

There are parts of me that are vanilla, but my inner most thoughts are that of a Sadist with a penchant for my hand made toys.

I'm into the use, control, humiliation, degradation and objectification of female subs and slaves. My ideal sub/slave: I'd like to find someone who, like me, harbors a darker side that is at odds with their everyday outwardly image. Race is un-important, anywhere between the ages of 21 to 45 years of age, physically fit and single. You have a firm grip on the idea that men and women have different roles, you not only know what your role is but you embrace it with an open mind and heart. It's important that you understand my world and the corporate/9-5 culture and you act and dresses accordingly. You embrace the idea that your body belongs to me and an extension of myself; you embody an angel with buttery soft wings, you’re feminine, soft, and well manicured and you enjoy taking care of yourself, your confident but not arrogant and you feel safe and secure when under my control. Your family; friends and coworkers at the office would never suspect a thing about your submissive sexual nature or your desire to submit to the deepest darkest secrets that lurke in the corners of my mind. Behind closed doors you’re my pet and my whore, to use ... to do as I please... and I truly do please! Ideally, you should want to be controlled but demonstrate some level of intelligence. While I do own and control you, you should be independant. You excercise discretion as I value my privacy as you should value yours. You should have a level of "Class" and value respect from others but you cower to my demands and needs.

It goes without saying that the BDSM "scene" is not your cup of tea.

My ideal D/s relationship: To the world, we are ridiculously vanilla, with our cat and dog that live too play with each other. To the world you are my girlfriend, my best friend and partner in crime...you are my Bonnie and I’m your Clyde. You are my arm ornament at an office function, perched perfectly and submissively at my side. You are the reason I look forward to the end of a long work day... But behind closed doors you are my sexual property, my angel and my whore all rolled into one and you live to please me. You trust me with the funniest jokes and the darkest secrets that reek havoc in the corners of your mind. You tell me of your fantasies; the ones when you beg and plead for me to stop but secretly scream for more.