This is taking up too much of my time for too little reward. If you are over 6'2 and I've been in contact with you, and you wish to continue, I'm on Twitter as @rough_elegance. Okay, and technically I am even if you are shorter than that. It's just that some of the tall boys sounded more interested and less wimpy than other s-types.

I've come to believe that people have lost their sense of adventure. Where is that within you that says "But, what will happen? Let's find out!"

Or, maybe, it is just that it is true, that the only good slaves are actually dominants who, for some reason, wish to serve.

If one more person sends me an unsolicited chat request, so help me, I will make an empty threat!

There are two basic potential slave types: The ones who think that you should start out beating them for everything they do wrong, forcing them into really weird situations, and are excessively disappointed to learn that things start out slower than that, so refuse to come along; and, the ones who think that you are going to start out beating them for everything they do wrong, forcing them into really weird situations and are excessively frightened and refuse to believe that things start out slower thn that, so refuse to come along.

Realized I had hamburger out that was already defrosted, so I took that and some red bell pepper, all nicely chunked up, red onion (even though it is  really purple and shouldn't spend it's time lying to people), egg plant (which is purple and has the decency to admit it), coconut milk, shredded coconut, chili and garlic powder, a wee touch of ginger powder (to keep the clowns away),  some mango habanero sauce (just a touch), and a little cous cous to soak it all up - wrapped it in foil, and stuck it in the oven to slowly cook until it is either perfect or I am so hungry I no longer care.

From King's Chinese on Grant Road:

Manduguk - noodle soup, korean

Jjaejangmyun - noodles with black bean sauce

Kkanpunggi - spicy chicken in garlic sauce

Seaweed Salad - fairly self explanatory

It sounds good. I wonder if it would kill me?

Rosati's is allegedly open and will deliver, but, I see no soups of any sort. Alas and alack! Though, they do have a chicken spinach salad and spinach tomato garlic bread, which both sound intriguing. I wonder if the bread is full of cheese?

Yes, this is just me, here, rambling about food. I'm day dreaming of finding a restaurant that will deliver good food, incredibly cheaply, and taking out a loan from my parents. lol

I'm off to bed, where I shall attempt to rest, since I couldn't sleep last night, and I shall attempt also not to think of anyone who is 6'4". I shall fail, miserably, but, I shall try.

Don't get too flattered. There is more than one person I have in mind who is of that height.

I am quite seriously ill. And, annoyed by a severe lack of crackers, soups, 7-Up or any other "sick" food in either place. Which, I shan't be able to go get, until I am feeling better. Go figure!

Fortunately, and un, I have discovered that I can block images from this site with my operating platform. This makes me sad, as some images , such as people's faces, are so nice to see. But, then, at the time I discovered it, I was confronted with the nude frontal torso image of a bisexual female, and, as this is something that I find abhorrent on more than one level, I am quite happy to have it away from my eyesight.

Partly, I just think people should have more respect for self and others. Partly, I just don't want to see pornographic/nudie sort of images and as I don't seek them out, I don't think I should have to see them. Mostly, it is that it is very much against the rules of this site to post such images as your primary photo.

This means anyone who is doing it, is either proving they are unable to follow rules and therefore not very submissive or slave-like after all, or, they are proving they cannot lead by example and are probably less dominant and more just bitchy and self-entitled.

Nobody ever reads anything I type here Free blowjob to the first person to prove me wrong, by 10 am on the day I have typed this. It is 9:14 am, now.

Yes, that's how sure I am that you are not out there reading this.

"Now is the peanut butter of our discontent," they squealed, their pokesome noses held high in fear. "For by night we dine and by day we die. It is our fate, unable as we are to remove tooth or tongue from poisoned plate."

Yes, that's irght: Boraxo mixed into peanut butter and put into a drawer. Let the experiments begin! I can't afford to keep buying mouse traps.

Also, why do wimpy men think strong women would want to breed with them? Because, you know, biologically, whatever the truth of the sexual situation is, the impulse is related to breeding. Women don't have a biological urge to have wimpy children that are going to grovel at their feet and seek their constant approval - not most women - so why would they want to breed with such men?

If you have ever watched a decent movie wherein a woman fell into a romantic or sexual relationship with a slave, you should know this, already: Women prefer strong males, even for slaves. Ones, you know, that can carry large packages, change tires, build her things, and look like they know how to thrust hard enough to make it worth her while to take her panties off.

One of the most disgusting things I have ever had happen to me, is looking down at a man who is supposed to be keeping his mind on pleasuring me, to find him looking back up at me with naked pleading for approval in his eyes. How gross! And, how selfish! It makes me just want to kick them to sleep! It's one thing if I tell them to look at me, and quite another if they just do it.

You know what it reminds me of? Dogs who stand around, pathetically begging for scraps at the dinner table. Its the same kind of craven weakness. And, weakness makes me want to hurt the person who is showing it.

No, that does not mean I want to stop at traffic accidents and poke the wounds, or smite babies for not being able to take care of themselves, or that I would despise someone for being put in a concentration camp and being off balance from it, or even that I wouldn't care for an ill slave. None of those are purposeful weakness. Given a choice, they would not exist, for most. Purposeful weakness is wretched.

Submissiveness, slaveship is not really about being weak. How can one truly step into such a position, out of weakness? It takes a strong will to boldly ask to be enslaved and mean it.

Actually, slave, I enjoy training. To see a slave blossom under your tutelage, learning how to serve, how to address his superiors, how to await instruction instead of rushing into what he believes is right for himself, to see him learn to anticipate his owner and improvise, and otherwise begin to turn his mind more fully toward the one he should be giving his thoughts to, is a wonderful, progressive joy. It makes me feel more alive, as it does him.

Now, did you read that?

Why is it that men think women can only rule them through hatred of them? It's as if they have never heard of Queen Elizabeth, Queen Victoria, Joan of Arc, Cleopatra or Napoleon.

Yes, that's right. I said it: Napoleon.

Or, the Queen of the South, whomever she was. Do you think she travelled to Solomon so that she could laugh at his small penis; kick him in the ribs; steal his gold? She travelled to hear his wisdom. Then, of course, there were the women who were judges of Israel. Lady Jane ring any bells for you?

There was one wee little queen of England who was on the throne for about a minute, that is still remembered for the good she tried to do for the people, and she was a most excellent queen for the short period of time between having been forced onto the throne and executed for allegedly having usurped it.

Catherine the Great, of course, was notorious for peeing on men's shoes and then making them lick them clean in public, wasn't she? But, no, wait - she wasn't. That's not what she was known for, at all.

Abigail Adams, who was well known for giving her opinions and being a very strong woman who made it clear to her husband that she would be investing in land purchases and such while he was gone doing his work, was also well known for being a very devoted wife who supported her husband in his career, throughout their life together.

Louisa May Alcott was a nurse during the Civil War. She wrote the book Little Men, as well as Little Women - read the book Little Men and you will find no hatred of men attendant. Yet, she was a shockingly intellectual, strong-willed woman for her time and a writer when it was considered tantamount to being a prostitute, by many.

"Although she is most popular for her children's literature, Alcott explored the themes of self expression and women's rights through her adult fiction works Behind a Mask; or, A Woman's Power, and Work: A Story of Experience, and A Modern Mephistopheles."

So, into women's rights, against slavery due to the way its victims were treated, independent in nature. A very strong woman, indeed, and, yet, not a hater of men, nor a gold digger though she willingly took money for her cause and allowed the men to contribute to the household; and, certainly, a lady.

Why, then, do you  men think that a strong woman must be a mean woman, a man-hater, an  evil little burden on society? Pick up a book, sometime! Read some history! It's full of beautiful, strong women who have a well-balanced nature and a strong work ethic.

Wouldn't it be funny to find out that about half the people on this site were misguided law enforcement officers and most of the rest of them were scammers, and they all spent their time trying to catch the two or three legitimate people?

Well, I guess it wouldn't, to you - most of you who read this - since you are probably either trying to come up with a reason to arrest me for figuring it out or a way to get me to go to your website so you can steal my identity. lol

Well, near as I can tell, the most promising thing to come down the pike in a long time has utterly flaked off as soon I attempted to put him in his place and ordered him to actually read something instead of asking me for all the answers. Not so much as a goodbye, or a kindly f off, Madame or nothing. Just stopped responding.

Just tried, twice, to do an audio journal entry and it was no go. I know this computer has microphone and camera on it, so I have to assume there is some incompatibility between my operating platform and this site. When I get back on the other computer, I shall try again, mayhap.

Do not know if the dryer is working or not, yet, as I had to walk to the store to get some necessaries and no, now, I  need a rest before going out and switching the clothes over to find out.

Oh, to have a lovely somebody to send out to do so. What a joy that would be. Maybe on his knees, to make the neighbours wonder; but, probably with knee pads, because, there are some nasty things on the ground, in Arizona.

It is a woman's prerogative to change her mind; and, when her mind encounters something that is 6'3" and knows how to build things, it can change pretty drastically. (grin) 

No, that is not an announcement of having formed any connection, peoples. Just, a little light admiration and day dreaming courtesy of the profile of some submissive babela.

Think I just managed to get the dryer working! Yep, after putting in some time on it and getting all filthy over it - because, of course, I am just another lazy, money-grubbing whore who can't do anything for herself and only seeks slaves to take advantage of them and make them pay her bills. Right?

Hahahahahaha!

Anyway, I think the dryer is working, now. To test that theory, I am washing a load of clothes so that, hopefully, I can dry them in an hour or so.

Just finished reading the journal entries of one of my older profiles - the one with the most original content; as the ones that came after, I did reposts on from this one, in places, for some of them. During this time I was reading, the alleged slave wanna-be that I have ordered to read my old profiles and journal entries, and this one too, and to follow the instructions within, has failed to come across even one entry wherein he must send me a combination of words. Even though some of those entries are very easy to come across, and there are a lot of them.

In fact, he didn't even start to look at my current profile, again, until 4:44 pm, when I had given him the order hours before that. It's very odd behaviour from someone who wants to be owned.

Oh, yes, maybe he was at work - but, if he was, he should have said so, politely. Then, he should have given me an ETR (estimated time of reading), also, politely.

Then, he should have read as to how the Mandarin Grill delivers, and how there are two people here today, and I cannot abide soy or cheese, but, I do love won ton soup, sesame chicken, both noodles and fried rice, and spicy dishes; and how I am ill, today, and in need of comfort.

He should have, but, he didn't and he almost certainly won't.

Here is what I offer:

1. Discipline
   
   
2. Protcol
3. Attention to specific detail
4. Helping you to feel useful
5. Helping you to feel cared for

Yes, that's right, you insulting little fruit bats That's really my real face, really without make-up. Deal with it.

Now, you naughty Nina, who kept on reading and are thinking about writing to me, despite that you have interests that are hard limits to me, kudos to you! For, while I will not consider being your friend or letting you be my slave, if there is something we can do together that would be mutually beneficial and stay within my hard limits and yours, I might just consider it.

To be very clear about this: I don't hate you for being foreign or dominant. I just don't have any use for you, right now. If you want to be useful, be submissive and in or near Tucson. End of story.

The last time I was on this site, I thought I had met someone who was suited to my needs - therefore me to his . After some discussion and a little testing of his word and capabilities, it looked very promising. That, of course, is when the b.s. started.

I had asked him questions, before, about his view point on being a slave, which is allegedly what he wanted to be, and he told me many things about serving, his needs not being important, finding his fulfilment in service, etc. We discussed limits and what his needs are, what I would use him for, and I had many journal entries that he could have read which told him more about who I was and what I was after.  He had intimated that he had read them, understood them and agreed with them. And, we were both in agreement that he would serve me both through work and through some form of financial service, even up to having worked out what would and would not be appropriate; which is to say, he gave me information on his bills and obligations, and I set the limits on what that service would be. It looked like we were to the point of meeting, final consideration and signing of a contract between us, which would have happened this week.

Suddenly, he needed guarantees that this kink and the other would be fulfilled started talking about me as if he had just hired a private whore to use for his amusement. All this horrid gunk about erotic raunch and how he wanted me to allow him to consume my waste or to have me pump it into him so that he could absorb my toxins.

This has nothing to do with how I wish to live my life. Now, I had already told him that, from his view point, anything was possible except play with children, death, maiming or anything that would lead to unemployment lines, hospitals or arrest. So, when he was doing this, I calmed him, down by repeating what I had said to him and  putting him in his place, vis a vis the topping from the bottom issue.

Then, you see, I went and I prayed about it. Not about whether I would do those things, because I never will, but, about how far to let this person into my life and how right or wrong it would be to use him for my needs and fulfil his need to serve, up to a certain point. Shortly after I prayed, there was a knock on the door.

There were some ladies who are Jehovah's Witnesses at the door, wanting to share magazines and scriptures with me. Now, they had not been to my door in at least half a year, even when I saw them out in this neighbourhood, so it seemed an odd coincidence that they should show up just then. It got odder.

The first thing they told me was about how we should rely on help from Jehovah God, not man. The second thing they told me was how Jesus said that wickedness springs from the heart, and they listed off the qualities that he mentioned. Except, they misquoted it. If you know anything about Jehovah's Witnesses, you know that they are a very scholarly people and are not much given to misquoting scriptures they have learned, even more so when actively reading them from a book or magazine. Yet, she, the one who was reading, distinctly used the wrong word in one place.

See, she said "slavery" where he, Jesus, used the word "thievery". Very apropos toward answering what I was praying about, then.

Lastly, they told me how in a short time the wicked will be cut off and be no more. At which point, I, feeling properly chastened, took my leave of that man. Well, almost.

I did tell him this story and I told him if he is interested, still, but, in the way I wish to do things and not the way he wishes to, he may still show up and tell me of his interest; but, that I will not do anything that is against the way I wish to live.
Really, I don't expect him to show up. While he was still telling me his major need was to serve and be of use, the rest of his actions spoke of nothing but lust-driven greed. We shall see what we shall see, though.

I am not looking for a sex partner of any sort; nor am I looking to dehumanize you, steal your possessions, force you into anything, break you, ruin your life, or do anything that is disapproved of by God.

However, God is a firm believer in positively leading people, refining them; measuring their worth and finding them wanting or worthy; ministering to others; discipline through rules, protocols and also through punishment and reward. There is a lot of fun to be had, within that context. Just keep in mind that He is also a firm believer in proper sanitation and keeping the marriage bed honourable. Thank you.

If you have read this, and you have anything positive to say to me, kindly start your message with the words "jack styx in the dawn of neighborly oranges".