I often wonder how someone can determine whether they are interested in someone who is on here if they do not fill out something in their profile and/or journal.  Having it blank makes it difficult, at best, to try and figure out whether to say hello.  Just my three cents.

I have a need for a service slave - purely service - who is able to perform research assignments using the internet and to assemble the information that they find in a coherent, articulate format.  The work will be graded, and rewards or punishment will be meted out.  To much need for punishment and you will be released.  In other words, don't make the same mistake twice.  If this sounds like it might be for you, please let me know with a short sample of how you would put together a research project (you pick the subject for this sample).

She asked me why I didn't introduce myself earlier.  It is simple really.  I may send a note, or introduce myself or just take a look.  If I don't get a response, then I move on.  Online is much more difficult than in real time because in real time, you have the subtle glances, the skin getting goosebumps, the shy smiles - all indicators - but online, they have to be different clues.  And if the clues are not being sent or left, there is no way for anyone to pick up on them and act.  So, if you find you have an interest, just say hi.

"I didn't know whether to be scared or excited.  I suppose that I was both, at the same time.  After all, the feelings in the pit of my stomach were the same.  We had talked long about our fantasies and desires; the needs not being met.  He just had a way about him that made anything I said feel right.  There was no wrong answer. 

. . .

"As the last of my clothes were put away, he very slowly approached, looking over my body.  I watched his head move up and down and cock sideways ever so slowly.  I was sure he was admiring it.  I hoped.  I didn't want to speak to break the spell that was falling over me.  I found my mind whirling and doing nothing at the same moment.  I'd swear I was going to make myself dizzy.

"He reached for my hand and asked me to make a fist.  His voice was soft, not harsh, but definitely masculine and commanding.  He slide a white athletic sock over my fist and smoothed the white, ribbed top down my arm.  As he did so, I found that my hand stayed in that fist shape, but it was not uncomfortable.  He reach for an old tie, one I hope that he had worn, and looped it around my wrist securing the sock in place. 

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"Spread eagled on the bed for the first time, and with a man not my husband, I found my butterflies giving way to a calmness.  My white fisted hands tied to the posts while my white tied ankles tied similarly, I realized I was fully exposed.  I expected this.  I knew it was going to happen.  But having it happen, for real, in my house, in my bedroom, was like a jolt going through me.  And just like that, I was sure I was moist - my innermost sex starting to purr.  And other than the tieing of my hands and feet, he hadn't touched me.  Oh god."