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I am a 21 year old submissive who is looking for Mr. Right for me. He should appriciate that I will do anything for him and understand that safety is important. I want someone who can make me squirm, moan, and scream in pleasure (maybe a little in pain) He should realize that beneith my innocent looks is a naughty little girl in need of punishment. But, at the end of the day, I want to be able to crawl up beside him or into his lap a truely feel content.

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11/6/2005 10:01:31 AM
I close my eyes and this sickening feeling overwhelms my senses.  I see their faces all frozen in their last horrible moments of life.  Women, children, men... all dead or dying.  The ones who lived look at me with disgust.  "Why won't you help us?"  or "Don't tape that!  Don't you have any class?"  And the smell.   Their is nothing like the smell of rotting flesh and sewage.  The hurricain changed me forever.  I will adapt.  I will move on.

7/26/2005 7:18:19 PM
Okay, well obviously my last message didnt get through to some people so I am going to drop the whole polite thing and say this again...  If you are older than 29, don't send me a message unless it's just casual talking.  I am not willing to leave Texas.  I will not respond to anyone jumping right in to calling me slave or refering to themselves as Sir or Master- whatever.... period.

7/25/2005 10:37:14 AM
I take each message as a complement but perhaps I should make something clear.  I am looking for someone in Texas who is closer to my own age.  I have no interest in anyone else.   Thank you.

7/22/2005 5:59:45 PM
My dreams have become more intense.  He let me see him.  The man in the mask has a face.  

7/8/2005 7:38:35 PM
I had to share a dream of mine that has haunted my sleep for as long as I can remember.  

He enters my room(the man in the mask) and whispers something in my ear. " You know why I'm here.  You know what I want."  I gasp in horror.  Every night the same.  He finds me even in my most wounderful dreams.  How? 

He picks me up but I have lost my will to fight.  He carries me to this dungun.  The stench is so strong that it often mingles in my room even after I awake.  He takes my arms, my legs, my soul and chains them down.  I am trapped, despirate, and I am in his hands.  I know he has the power to do whatever he wants and I will struggle but will not escape.  The intensity of his blue eyes reminds me of an angel.  But he is no angel.  He is my master.  I try to find safe place in my own mind but he is too powerful.  He overwhelms my senses.  I feel his touch.  I smell his breath.  I am powerless.  The cold air stings my naked body.  What will he choose to do with me? 

Let your imagination take over for now.
For it is always different in my dreams.

In the end he has had his way.   And I am for some reason thankful.  Not because it is over but because I know he will come again tommorow night.

7/8/2005 7:15:47 PM
"Sweet dreams are made of this.  Who am I to disagree?  Travel the world and the seven seas. Everybody's looking for something.  Some of them want to use you. Some of them want to get used by you.  Some of them want to abuse you.  Some of them want to be abused."

-Annie Lennox-



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BegifUPlease
 
 Age: 33
  Illinois