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Hi and thanks for looking further
I am an honest, relaxed Dominant who is comfortable with who he is. I enjoy life and love to laugh and have fun, can you keep up with me?
I enjoy both public and private play and have a full selection of toys and accoutrements . I am known for a heavy hand and enjoy the mindfuck that goes along with the Ds. I am Firm and look to get inside my partners fantasies.
I am seeking a respectful slave who likes herself and who she is. She should be exhibitionistic, love to dress sexy, enjoy not only serving her master but public play, nude beaches, casual sex, travel, and should be bi.
You should be willing to expand your horizons and love kinky, uninhibited sex. I would expect slave to serve in the manner of "O" with a public persona of class and intelligence and to be an available slut when in the confines of the lifestyle.
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Take three....
He presses the intercom.... she jumps startled by the single word.... Come
She slides open the door, wincing at the squeak as is slides open, moving with a nervious quickness her eyes taking in the Dark wood surrounding her....
she scampers nerviously to the center of the room and resumes her kneeling position, thighs wide spread, back arched, head lowered....
the cool draft of the A/c sliding over her skin, chilling her after the heat of the evening...
The man sets aside his book and looks over at her, holding the wineglass in his hand swirling the burgandy fluid slowly in the glass, eyes moving slowly over the naked slave, seeing the tenseness in her muscles, the apprehension...
Display Girl!
She jumps to her feet startled, hands moving behind her head, legs spread shoulder width, back arched....
He examines her slowly, sipping at his wine, eyes traveling slowly up her long legs, moving appraisingly over her torso, he sets aside the wine and rises slowly. moving to the girl and circling her, moving behind her, studying her body, her position, her offering....
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Take two:
the girl drives through a quiet neighborhood, watching the street signs nerviously, yet determined. I sit quietly in my chair, reading a good book and sipping on a good cab. I hear a car pull up out front and smile softly to myself.
the girl pulls in the driveway, gets out of her car and walks slowly around the house, following his instructions. the back porch looks empty, curtains hung around, she notes with relief. climbing the steps she takes a deep breath and strips, placing her clothes in the box, she shivers and locks the box closed....
she kneels facing the back door, eyes widening seeing the cane against the dining room wall.... she waits |
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The man sits quietly, glancing at the clock. He thinks of the coming appointment, and the girl preparing herself for him, bathing, shaving carefully, cleansing her body in preparation for him. In his minds eye he watches her follow the ritual of preparation he laid out.
The girl waits on the porch of the restaurant, dressed to display, yet with a veneer of class and sophistication. She feels eyes on her, evaluating, curious but she searches for he who has summoned her.
He watches her from across the street, pleased and eager to meet, yet letting her nervous anticipation build as she looks for him. He drives over and parks, taking his time, not looking towards her. Strolling slowly closer he pauses in front of her, his eyes slowly taking in her beauty.
“Come, let’s eat” he says and guides her inside.
The hostess brings them Menus, but he takes hers away, “You will not need this.”
He proceeds to order for them both, a precise delivery which leaves the waitress no questions to ask of the girl. Finally alone he looks slowly into her eyes and smiles.
“Have you dressed exactly as I have ask?”
“Y ye, no Sir, I wore panties, since this is our first meeting.” The girl looks at the table.
“I see” he says …
What comes next you ask? Well only one way to find out!  |
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