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| Please, no chat requests. Some men have been so rude, i'm considering focusing more of my energy on girls.
That said, i'm excited to have found a forum consistent with my desires. i hunger to learn more and seek Your help in doing so. Because of the huge volume of email i receive, i ask that you be kind and patient, and have something of value to say. i've already heard all the rude idiots i care to. Telling me You're different doesn't make it so. To be sure, words have little value unless strung together in some interesting fashion.
A tale of Your experiences, online or off, good or bad, may be a good starting place.
i may be tiny, but i'm adorably proportioned. my bubble butt is my best feature--it's the cutest You could hope to find. Does being tight count? :) If You have the pleasure of using me, my wonderous and surprising talents will be your greatest delight.
i am not posting my pictures at this time. i see girls who fake their pictures. It's juvenile and a sure sign You'll never meet them--they aren't real! When i feel the time is right, i will offer You my pictures. They will be up-to-the minute pics i take with my camera phone. You shouldn't accept less authentic from anyone, especially from those who portray themselves as cute :)
Ultimately, i wish to be used by the Master or Mistress of my dreams. i prefer a Master to create a family some day, but i am open to the right Mistress, too.
Till we meet!
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Oh my! What a rollarcoaster ride this has been. i suppose my interests are more diverse and sometimes kinkier than even i imagined. Thank You to a particular Sir. ~kisses~ |
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Many of You have been so kind to me, so i'd like to share this experience with You. Last week, i had an encounter on the train to San Diego. This is something i've done previously only at the direction of my Master. Never on my own initiative.
This was mostly a fortuitous occurrence, even though i may have incited it. Perhaps I'm a bit of an exhibitionist. i enjoy wearing my Tartan plaid micro-mini schoolgirl outfit in public on occasion. i usually wear a white cotton thong underneath, as i did on this day.
The train was crowded. Seated next to me, an elderly woman was reading her bible. Across from me were two middle-aged men in business suits. . Both men pretended not to be spying my legs, or trying to steal glances to see my panties. i thought i'd have some fun. My backpack was sitting at my feet. i hunched over to rummage through it. This allowed my legs to spread considerably, and provided them an unfettered look.
i intended that to be the end of my impromptu show.
The train arrived at the next station. The bible-toting woman and one of the gentlemen sitting opposite me disembarked. i had thought both men were leaving, but one stood only to reposition himself-next to me.
Just as the train roared from the station, again, my new seatmate unfolded his newspaper, seeming engrossed in the OC Register's sport's page. Half the page flapped haplessly and rudely over my lap, like a flag in a mild breeze. He finally spoke without looking at me, "You're the loveliest thing I've seen in years." I bowed my head and uttered, "thank You Sir," barely audible with a slight giggle. He then placed his big beefy hand at his side closest to me. At the slightest rock of the train, I could feel the back of his hand caress the outside of my thigh. His paper covered the little maneuver at though it wasn't happening. i didn't say a word. My silence may have emboldened him. He gently palmed my upper thigh, very close to the hem. He sighed and groaned, "my God, your skin…mmmm" He began to caress the inside of my thigh, inching upward until his pinkie touched my panty-covered girlhood. He sawed his pinkie through the crevice, and lingered over my clit. i was beginning to grind against his little finger when the train came to stop. It was my station.
i kissed his cheek and ran outside like a little girl at the sound of the school bell.
Maybe this is something I shouldn't have let happen. He wore a wedding band, and it was reminiscent of my last encounter with a married Dom. But it excited me beyond words. Please share whatever thoughts You have, or if You've ever had an experience similar to this.
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i have had it suggested that i may enjoy edge play and may unwittingly have invited the experience of being borderline raped. While i do enjoy being treated very roughly--being forceably taken, if You will--that is not the issue. His being married is. Until this unfortunate disclosure, i had already climaxed several times. i enjoy being treated as a receptacle, but only with the right Master. Indeed, it is a slave's duty to provide her orifices for use at a Master's whim. i have had discussions with some sisters who place many undue restraints on their servitude. This defeats the purpose for which we offer ourselves. Some things are not meant to provide us pleasure. i would argue the willingness to endure less pleasant abuse serves as a statement of our love and devotion for a beloved Master. For those who have written to commend sharing my thoughts through these entries, i immensely appreciate the kind words and encouragement. |
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It turns out ladies and gentlemen, my prospective Master is married! He drove over two hours to meet and use me like a little rag doll, repeatedly, during our brief visit. He pounded into me viciously while almost suffocating me with his towering and muscular frame. i am irresistible, He says, and wishes to continue to ravish me at will. Yet, His children and wife must continue to be His priority. i am pained to be so so utterly gullible, seduced by his polished and sure-footed manner. Sisters, take a lesson. Beware! If He seems too good to be true.... |
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i report with frustration and sadness the degree to which my prospective Master took issue with my previous post. i fear He has put me on the back burner. Was i too presumptuous? Perhaps my self-assuredness was not slave-like enough for His liking. |
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i may have found the most wonderful Master here. After many hours of phone conversations, we finally met yesterday. i could tell he was trying to contain his feelings as best He could, but i could also tell he finds me irresistible. If You're reading this Sir, forgive me for being so effusive and making these observations. i simply can't contain myself Sir. i know i must've seemed extremely shy, but i think You're wonderful! Waiting to know if You'll consider me is agonizing.
i've talked to some sweet Doms out there. You know who you are. Keep Your fingers crossed. :) |
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| Age: 36 |
| Lenoir,
North Carolina |
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