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leahl
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| I am an intelligent, creative Dominant who started at 17 and hasn't looked back. I am interested in many types of BDSM play, including physical and mental dominance and humiliation. I can be very strict when playing, but am not overbearing in RL. In fact there is caring, honest man at my core. I value women as friends and even more importantly as partners in play and life. Having said that, I am in no way a push-over as a Dom. I can be very demanding and harsh, and will command you with a tone that is to be respected. Seriously.
I have a love of protocol, and the codified behavior of subs before their Masters. Crawling, kneeling, posing, are all part of submission and the display of such thrills me. I am flexible. I understand the large variety of personal preferences and kinks that make up the submissive female mind: no two are alike, and I would never want them to be. I enjoy the personal exploration and journey of what we do, and have a very open mind.
I have studied Martial Arts for years and find that it has much to offer me in a mind/body/spirit experience. In some ways, it is not unlike BDSM, which embraces respect, obedience and rigorous physical training. My practice keeps me fit mentally and physically. Ultimately I seek this in my partners as well.
I have a rigorous mind, and an unquenchable appetite for knowledge, both in general and in the world of BDSM. I am endlessly researching techniques and tools, and am looking for a partner with a similar hunger. I am educated and keep track of the world around me. I love control, and need to exercise it within all aspects of my life. I do, however, respect limits, and understand the challenges of integrating BDSM into ones life, and the lives of others.
My Ideal Person:
I am looking for a sub/slave to befriend, explore and eventually a LTR. Age and experience are not critical, just the right attitude and willingness to serve. I want my partners to be healthy, trim and sane. Oh, and friendly too! I am attracted to intelligent, reasoning women who know themselves and are confident in their submission. I enjoy a good conversation, books, discourse. I rarely tolerate topping from below (not that I don't appreciate a feisty personality).
I am attracted to slender women, preferably smaller or of equal size and weight. It is also important to me that subs care for their bodies, as BDSM is a contact sport, and the fitter one is, the deeper one can delve. Please don't be offended at my body preference, it is just that I need to be attracted to a sub in order for me to fully Dominate them. And I do, of course, make exceptions to this rule, as I find an engaging mind can quickly captivate my imagination. Enough said
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Here is a short bit of fiction I wrote in response to some writings by LeahL (another CM member). Enjoy.
The woman sat across from him, sipping her coffee, talking of nothing in particular, her voice a sweet sound: soothing, somehow submissive just in its tone and inflection. He moved to sit next to her and pulled her hand to his lap. She stopped, quizzing him with her eyes, the sound of laughter and conversation from the adjacent tables swallowing the absence of her voice. "Continue" he said. A command really, as she sensed the subtle shift of power in his voice. She started again, telling of her trip, her day, the small frustrations and momentary joys of day-to-day life. As he listened he pushed open her palm under the table and pressed the tines of his fork against her flesh, the metal pushing deep into her, too dull to pierce her, yet sharp enough to hurt. She stopped in mid-sentence and bit her lower lip, eyes casting about to see if anyone was watching, anyone witnessing her acquiescence, her unquestioning willingness to submit to his whim. The pain, in no way erotic, burned into her. She fidgeted in her seat, her foot pressing hard against the leg of the table, a counter-balance to the pain of the metal against her flesh. He stared at her, his sadism glowing within him, its arbitrary expression testing her, fueled by her halting breath, her eyes now down on the table-top, half-closed, enduring silently. She struggled to push the pain to the spot between her legs, to focus it there, where it always rewarded her. She wished it was a good pain, like the tap of the cane of the pinch of the clamp. To him, any pain was good. To her, the only thing good about this pain was that it was given by him.
Darkness. No sound really, other than the thumping of her blood through her veins. Leather. The smell, the caress, the texture across her face and encompassing her head: a second skin protecting her from the world, allowing her the freedom of anonymity: the pure objectification of her body. She felt the cold air of the damp basement, just barely registering on her naked body, her skin, so hot now (she imagined her blood rising to color its damaged surface). She dared not move, not even an inch, her arms disappearing above her, as she expected to be hit again. Again, indeed, forever. Forever to be struck by the lash and the whip, to welcome the pain in its varying degrees. When a strike was soft, she yearned for more, to be hit harder, to be punished. When hard, she absorbed it into herself, swallowing the pain, her chained body swinging with the impact, her nerves screaming, the white hot slice of the whip or crop or whatever it was that He swung at the end of his muscled arms completing the circle of anticipation, action, reaction. Time stood still, raced ahead, slowed to a crawl. The world of the hood and the cellar, the chains, the pain, a window into her true self. Not her entire self, yet without the pain, she would feel incomplete, unchallenged, untested. |
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Just arrived by the interwebs:
"Hello , I really happy that to see you and I will be very much happy if we can know our self very well so that we will know if we can meet soon., Iwill really love to meet you soon so that we can have some nice and sweet fun together. It will be very nice making love with you as i can see you. This is My email: xxx@xxx.com , Please give me your email and I will send you a mail about me with some sexy pics that you will really love it very much. Hope you will give me your email address. I will be waiting for you soon . Hope to hear from you. Love and Kiss. Nana"
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Latest in a series of 'found' profiles..
"People say I'm gorgeous and got a very sexy body, but it's my personality and hidden something that rocks. I'm fun loving, sweet, caring, sexy and sensual, sure enough to fulfill anyone's day. I'm adventurous in any way and love to share the same spirit and gigs with a romantic kinda guy.. I also love bedminton and playing spitting cock. I can be met thru ....... I love being loved, caressed and touched coz these things make me wanna rock..."
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Here is a bit of fiction that I wrote in tandem with a sub I know on a 'BDSM Library' site. This is just one installment in a longer story. Enjoy!
From 'Taken'....
I pressed the black rubber plug into Steel?s mouth and sat back up on my stool. I could sense her eyes following me, wondering how this was all going to play out. Filling her mouth so publicly was a signal from me that this was only beginning. She would be used completely, exposed completely. Humiliated and debased in public. She had gotten comfortable in the confines of my business and home. It was time to move her into a different realm, push her service to Dani and me to a new level, bringing Steel down deeper into her submission and slavery.
?That?s one sexy bitch you got there, brother? the big guy standing behind Steel said. ?Where can I get one?? The small but growing crowd around us laughed at his comment. I turned my back to the bar to address him. ?Why thank you. She?s really one-of-a-kind. Let me show you what she?s good for? I pulled the leash off the stool and roughly brought Steel to a standing pose. I pushed her head down on the bar so she was bent over, ass out, the plug forced deeper into her mouth as it settled on the messy bar-top. I pushed up her mini-skirt exposing her ass and pulled her cheeks wide, letting everyone see her. Steels asshole and pussy were visible between her thighs and I kicked her feet apart to spread her legs wider. The group around us, about ten guys now, whistled and jeered.
I grabbed a half-empty beer bottle from the bar and pressed it up against her asshole. Steel?s eyes widened in shock at the sensation of the cold glass up against her. She moaned a bit around the plug, watching as a pool of spit slowly formed around its base. I pressed a hand onto her back. ?Show us how you like to fuck, my filthy little anal-whore. Fuck your ass onto this or I?ll push it up there myself? Steel quickly calculated that the first option was better than the second and started to press back against the bottle in my hand. I spit into her crack to provide a bit of lube. I turned to the men and said ?Go ahead guys, add your own? Soon they were all spitting on Steel, across her ass and into her crack, some even hitting her thighs.
The feel of their warm spit hitting her, and even more, the knowledge of what they were doing fueled an arousal in Steel she hadn?t anticipated. The bottle at the edge of her asshole was now her Master?s cock, its glass surrogate, and having it inside her ass-cunt was now imperative to pleasing me. Steel moaned with humiliation and pleasure as she fucked her hips back onto the bottle, its smooth long neck disappearing into her beautiful hole. I pressed her head down onto the bar with my other hand, forcing the plug deeper into her mouth, gagging her. She writhed and struggled for air, arms cuffed behind her back, her thighs trembling as she pressed deeper onto the bottle, until she encountered the wider portion below the neck.
?Here, take it. Fuck her with it.? I commanded. Rough hands replaced mine on the bottle and the big guy stepped up to the plate, grinning. ?Right on man!? He started in. Steel?s eyes widened as the felt the bottle move in and out, her pain turning to pleasure quickly. I lifted her head up off the bar by her hair. The plug remained on the bar, poking up obscenely, covered with her drool. I spit on her again, this time on her face. Steel responded with a louder moan, and jammed her ass down harder on the bottle, her cunt clenching, her arousal growing stronger.
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Another fine submissive looking for humor and big cock....
"Gorgeous babe...you will dream about mei'm very naughty and kinky little girl who is ready to try everything! i play without any limits! i'm a sweet and sexy girl, come and taste me, and feel the real pleasure of me, feel free to let me know what tickles your fancy, i'm up to everything..just tell me how u want me to please you!looking to meet interesting,sexy,funny people.If you are one of them,you are welcome in my hot sexy world!!I am still looking for some fun, maybe a guy who will lead me through this and shows me the world of love!!!!.....I can be with anyone. if you want to be my friend , I'll be your friend and i wil accept who you are and what you are,but if your a foe well i can be worst than that!!! what turns me on???lets see....i like man treat me like who i really am...a little woman that need to get experience in all...i know a lot about sex...but i cant say i know all...i am a naughty angel that likes to play a lot in front of the cam.why???because i am still looking for the perfect man for me...a man that will treat me like a princess and that will love me all his life....i am made for love and be loved...i need u....to survive!!and adirty talking funny guys with humor and big cock!! |
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"I do prefer being alone but whenever i thought of things such as "Things came with partners, Even insects do mate!!!!!" sayings....It gives me a twist.. looking for some playtoys on real.... reach me"
Thats this weeks Best of The Worst. Sounds like a real bondage babe, huh? |
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well should i start from am marry alan am good looking am loving caring and hard working am looking for a mastar that will take good care of me and show me wht love is all about
C'mon, seriously. Who are these people? |
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