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| Looking to meet submissive or switch ladies or couples, who are intelligent, can carry on an intellectual conversation and can stimulate me intellectually. Being strong-minded/willed is an added attraction, especially if you can communicate your desires and/or intentions. I am very open minded and adventurous. Enjoy a multitude of activities as long as they are SSC-especially, bondage and breast-nipple play. Always respectful of limits as I have my own. Will be updating this as I go along. Ask for a picture and I will send you one as long as you provide one first, if its not already on your profile.
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BOUND TO ALTER MY EGO
It was the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
..not a creature was stirring, not a man nor a mouse.
The slaves hung their collars on hooks in the hall, in hope that
their Master would pay them a call.
Submissive`s were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of
chastisement danced in their heads.
While some settled in for a long winter's nap, I tried self-bondage
with red Saran Wrap.
When out in the hall, there arose such a clatter, I tried to escape
and see what was the matter.
Pocket knife and scissors were just out of reach, and I felt like a
whale washed up on the beach.
I fell off the bed then and onto the floor, When I heard the soft
creaking of my bedroom door.
Mummified, helpless, I shivered with fear, the sound of large boots
drawing ever so near.
Then a gloved hand caressed me and brought me such calm, I knew in a
moment it must be my Dom.
But in moments he had me tied fast to the bed, with my butt in the
air and a hood on my head.
Then flogger, then paddle, then strap, and then cane, clothespins and
lead weights, hot wax and cold chains.
From the top of my head to the tip of my toes, my flesh stung and
tingled and reddened to rose.
I heard the wind whistle: the bullwhip let fly, it was all I could do
to stifle a cry.
And just when I thought I could take it no more, he stopped, and was
quiet. O what was in store?
And then, in a twinkling, I heard his warm voice, my safe word
unneeded, he stopped at his choice.
He untied my hands, and turned me around, took off my blindfold, and
I was unbound.
He was dressed all in black, from his gloves to his shoes, and he
gave me that look I can never refuse.
A bundle of toys had been stuffed in his pack, to bind me and
chastise me ..a Christmas Eve snack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! His dimples how merry ..his smile was
seductive, and a little bit scary!
He next had me hog tied, drawn up like a bow, and put clamps on my
nipples to ad d to my woe.
With a sharp sprig of holly clenched tight in my teeth, he adorned me
to look like a bright Christmas wreath.
He dumped out his bag - a shower of things, from dildos to talons to
harsh nipple rings.
And there an extension cord dead in my sights, it wasn't for plugging
in Christmas tree lights.
A wink of his eye and a nod of his head, soon gave me to know I had
something to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, secured all the
bindings; tightened ropes with a jerk.
Then a cruel smile crossed over his bright lips, and he admired his
work with his hands on his hips.
Then he packed up his things, and moved to the door, was he planning
to leave me? Would he come back for more?
And I heard him exclaim, as he moved out of sight
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOODNIGHT."
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