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| There is going to be some pain involved. It simply can’t be helped. Accompanied of course by exquisite, sensual pleasure. What delightful, fulfilling, satisfying pleasure it will be.
Here is a description of the type of woman I would love to meet. Every one has a right to dream, right!
Your natural, latent, secret desire is to serve at the feet of a dominant male. No one knows this, except perhaps your closest friend. And she doesn’t understand. Current or former partners didn’t take you where you needed to be, or you were there and want to go back.
You wish to serve, to be used, maybe even abused at times. You can’t help it, it’s just your desire. When the doors are closed, when no one is around, when it’s just you and him, whatever it is he wants, you are ready to comply. It is then, and only then, that you love that feeling of someone else in control of your mind and body, a toy to be played with, a willing servant of their slightest whim.
You crave the look of satisfaction in his eyes as you drift into sub-space, knowing to expect the unexpected. Senses denied, movement restricted, personal thoughts abolished, the object of someone else’s pleasure. The slightest touch makes you quiver. You are fulfilled when you have served his wishes entirely, and he allows you to return to your other reality, completely spent, totally satisfied, sexually complete, fulfilled, exhausted yet refreshed, even energized. Anxious to go there again and again. To give the greatest gift a dominant can receive, your willing, unconditional submission.
In that other world, the everyday world, everything is respectful and socially acceptable. Maybe you are required to be a bit flirtatious at times, dress a little slutty, tease the unwary, torment the egos of the narcissistic suitors. All is done in the name of your private world of foreplay, in anticipation of what is waiting for you when the lights dim.
Is this you? Is this your secret desire? A confident, accomplished, independent, respected woman by day? Putty in the hands of your sensual artist by night? A canvas of willing compliance, to be decorated with sensual delight?
You’ve tried to find the right person to trust enough to take away your control, and return it when he is satisfied. That person is as hard to find as it is to find one like you. But he is out there. Is this the situation we are searching for, partners if you will in your public and private moments?
Are you a little wet just reading this? Did you picture yourself under someone’s spell? Did you feel the restraint of your body? Did you imagine the setting aside any thought of independence? Did time slip on by, all other thoughts secondary, if there even were any other thoughts? Are you ready to experience it in real time?
Of course, the devil is in the details. But if you’re flexible, so am I.
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