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| How does someone sum themselves up in a few paragraphs? They don’t. Anyone who could would be seriously lacking in life experience. I don’t intend to try, but rather, will offer some insight into my mind and if it pleases you, you can enquire further.
I am a submissive…but a slave? Possibly. I am a slave to my desires, therefore by extension, if it is you that I desire, I can be made your slave.
Self-awareness is what brings me here, the desire to do away with the pretense of me ‘wearing the pants’ in a relationship from the very beginning. It’s never gone that way for me. The fact is, women walk all over me, and they always have, because I allow it. But at some point I came to the realization that I don’t simply allow it, I enjoy it, and in many ways have subconsciously encouraged it. There are many docile, demure women to choose from in the dating pool, but I’ve never sought them.
I’m not some meek, stupid, helpless little man; no woman is going to physically over power me, and you’d have to be pretty damn sharp to outsmart me. It’s only a matter of me being so willing to give in to the woman who knows how to push my buttons - helpless to stop myself is a better way to put it - and taking advantage of that trait seems second nature to most women. For women, if given the opportunity, it seems natural for them to seize the power. As far back as I can remember, girls always knew how to wield sex as a weapon.
I had my first girlfriend at 13, and she did exactly that. I’d have done anything to get her, and once I had her, I’d do anything to keep her, and she knew it, and took full advantage, feeding off of my insatiable need to please her. Subsequent relationships were no different, only the stakes keep getting higher.
No matter what efforts I’ve made to keep myself from getting wrapped around their pretty little fingers, it was in vein. A bat of the eyelashes, a flash of the thigh, I’m jelly. Then I get used, teased, humiliated, cheated on, concede to lopsided rules, and keep coming back for more until I get thrown away. I’ve accepted my weakness, embraced it even, so that’s all well and good until we get to the ‘thrown away’ part. The object here is not for anyone to truly get hurt, but that’s lost on girls of the vanilla world.
But that’s what I get for bringing a D/s mindset into the vanilla world, no? What else would these women do but get bored with a man who didn’t challenge them in the ways they’re used to being challenged? I suppose it’s my hope that in specifically seeking out someone with a better understanding of such dynamics, the end result will be different, because yes, I make a distinction between being used and being used maliciously and selfishly.
Sure I have my kinks and sexual proclivities, most of which revolve around the satisfaction of my partner - my hard limits are not clearly defined yet. But submission isn’t really a fetish or a fantasy for me…nor is it a choice, it's my nature. If it were a choice, I’d make my life less complicated by being my own master. Being on this site and searching for a goddess IS a choice, made of sound mind, and with the commitment to follow through. That is to say, I’m not afraid to find what I seek and am not here to fuck around and play silly, apathetic, teenage games.
I’m interested in rt only, from casual to tpe. The two aren’t mutually exclusive and ideally one leads to the other. I’m not here to be anyone’s meal ticket or money pig. I do fine for myself financially but this seems to be the foremost concern for many so-called dommes here. I naturally expect to be used in various ways as that is a large part of the pretext here, but not by someone whose sole motivation to be in this lifestyle is greed. I’ll not buy you a gift just to speak to you – I am a sub, not an idiot, please don’t confuse the two. Simply saying you are a goddess that deserves to be worshipped does not make it true – the proof is in the pudding as they say, and pretentiousness is not a quality of a goddess.
Don't be discouraged by my lack of a photo, I'm not trying to be mysterious. The thing about the internet is, you just never know where your images will end up, thus pics are available by request.
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