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The first time a girl ever asked me to hit her I was so aroused I scared myself witless. It took me a long while to understand what I was feeling. For many years I tried to choose girls who were self-confident, aggressive, and even powerful, and found out that was merely in public. Alone with me I found they wanted me to be a jealous protector and often wanted me to make all the decisions. I began to judge myself based on how well I fulfilled their needs for me to be strong for them. I liked the control, felt comfortable with the power I wielded, enjoyed the heightened value of my opinions, and aroused by the way my lover responded to me the more sheltered I made her feel.
I also felt stifled. We never discussed clearly and openly with one another what these roles were or what limits we each had on how far it would go. I always, always desired to take it further and for a long time never really dared for a variety of reasons.
In the last year I have embraced my desire for command and have learned a great deal. I am now looking to take the next step, and thus, I am here. Hello... I am looking for her. The obedient angel ready to surrender herself to me and be trained to my will.
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