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Websters Dictionary defines the word Motley as an assortment of colors (taste the rainbow). Moxie means courage, nerve or aggressive attitude. This makes me a Rainbow-Hued Attitude.
I am a pixie, a fairy Queen looking for a Warrior Submissive. Strong, manly, and protective of his Lady Queen. The Warrior who knows why a woman should walk on his left, holds her door, and worships her with his eyes in public as well as private.
Note: If you're looking for the severe Femme Domme who will keep you in a cage and never let you speak, I AM NOT SHE. I want my boys at my feet, my hand in their hair, a queen with loyal and loving subjects. I am a pleasure domme, a sensual hand with a touch of light sadism (spanking play, bondage/restraints, and a lot of orgasm denial/edging kink)
Tips for contact: Having the ability to hold non kink conversations is a plus.
I don't need a laundry list of what you've done with previous Mistresses.
I do need proper time to get to know you before we start talking negotiations or whose kink is what. What I want during first contact is to see if you're intelligent, honest, loyal, respectful, and happy.
NO DRUNKS. Military servicemen are welcome to write me. I have a sweet spot for Marines and men over six feet tall. Motorcycles get me going!
UP FRONT POLY WARNING. I live a poly lifestyle. I have a committed, collared Alpha sub who lives with me.
I AM NOT into couples or random one night stands.
NO trans, sissy, CD, or chastity. No one with feet fetishes. THIS IS FIRM. DONT bother, I wont budge.
You must be between 25 and 55 and physically fit.
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Okay boys. I'm flattered. But if you live more than 100 miles of me this isn't going to work. Please be able to drive to me. |
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So in a previous post I discussed anal bleaching and chocolate molds.
You can have a mold made out of your butthole from Chocolate.
Just what I want to eat. A puckered, brown Hershey butt kiss.
Although....I know a few mistresses who would think making their slave eat butt molds would be funny as heck
I'll bet you wanted to know this.
youre welcome
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I'm so excited that journal entries are back!
What will I come up with?
Anyone have some suggestions? |
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Well, I had to change my profile back to Dominant Female. Seems switch is just too much for a lot of men on here who can't read a profile.
It's early and your fabulous little miss Moxie hasn't had coffee yet, so just one piece of sage advice
Do not ever try anal bleaching. There is just something not right when you are paying some one else to put a caustic chemical on your cornholio. I mean really....brazillians are bad enough ladies and gents, and I'd rather be rescued from a deserted Island after 10 years with no razors and be able to braid my crotch hair than wax ONCE. (Which I've done and BDSM/kinky or not I nearly smacked a Buffy the Blonde Wax Witch in the taters.)
So, anal bleaching. Right up there with just as weird as chocolate molds of your butthole.
Yes, it's true. Trust me, don't google that either
tata taters
the fabulous little miss Moxie
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if someone turned you down as not intersted and then checks your profile 20 times a day, does that count as weird or is that "Where ever you go, what ever you do, I'll be right here waiting for you" stalker song creepy? (Yes, Peter Gabriel oh God of song lyrics and cheesy 80s movie theme songs, you're a creeper) |
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To My Moxie Darlings
Thank you for all the well wishes. My Warrior and I are still exploring each other and don't plan to meet face to face for a few weeks. The commitment we've made is hopeful and realistic and I am a long way off from accepting any form of collar. Neither of us are in a hurry. We are enjoying crawling through each other's minds for now. He touches me intellectually in ways that make me crave more.
So I have to be blunt for those who can't read prose. I AM NOT SEEKING A DOM AT THIS TIME. Sorry for the caps but a few of you see switch and aren't reading any further. So you probably won't read this anyway. On that note I may have to switch my profile back to Dominant Female to limit the number of unwelcome letters.
To my the Dominant Males who are my friends. As you would expect from your fabulous little miss Moxie, I have chosen to consider a Dominant who is a good, open minded and non-jealous Warrior. He sees no need to limit his trust or my friendships. I am welcome to continue them provided my friends remain respectful of his presence in my life. And I know my Warriors will be so.
All my lust and love
the fabulous little miss Moxie |
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My life has dumped crisis after crisis on me. I'm swamped with finding a new home, work, an injured sub, and minnows.
Dominant men: to each of you. Thank you for the time and conversations. I am sorry I haven't had the time you each deserved. I have reacquainted myself with a Dom I've been friends with for years online. He has never run from my crazy life. We're both in a place where we can consider each other for more and all my energy and heart are into this. Because of my insanely busy life I need to concentrate on this one dom.
I am still seeking a sub/slave for beta position. See my profile.
The fabulous little Miss Moxie |
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exhausted. have been up for over 36 hours. All letters will be answered tomorrow\ |
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If your profile screen name starts with Extreme . .. or Sadist ... or anything else indicating that you have some extremely intense sadistic qualities . . . I should cavaet that I am not extreme. Not on either end of the scale. I am not a masochist ...ok well maybe on a scale of 1 - 10 we're at a 4. But seriously, if it's not a hickey, it's the wrong kind of bruise for this girl. If that takes me out of the running with a lot of you excellent gentlemen, so be it. But I have to be true to both myself and any one I interact with that I am not a pain slut. And I can be timid about admitting when I do need it. Hate that. On the other end of the scale, as a Domme, I'm a bit high up the pain chain. 1-10 I'd scale it at about a 6. So if you're looking to walk around looking like you just got beat up by a post-nuclear Amazonian gang I'm not your Lady. |
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Ok - light rant here.
I am not a slave. I am a switch. I am a Mistress in my own household with a committed, collared submissive and a few minnows. Moving across the country to be some stranger's love slave isn't realistic for me at this time. Not that I'm gullable enough to move halfway across a country to live with a total stranger who's idea of getting to know me is "Hey, looking for a slave. Have room. Come visit."
I am looking for a dominant who is either local and willing to start a long term relationship with a hell of a switch who has a neglected, very unique outlook on her sub side or one who is poly enough to combine households and work together as a dom couple. I will never serve as a slave again...I will happily be a collared girl....but I'm a grown ass woman and I have limits and preferences....I am not your hand puppet.
I have a submissive side. Anyone who's read my profile and blogs can tell that. But I am not a slave. And I am submissive, but I am still a Lady.
Let me repeat. I am still a Lady. I will not send you naked pictures of me after talking for 2 minutes. Or two hours. or two days. Probably not even two weeks. I've said it in my journal and I'll say it again. I don't do nudes. Want to see my pussy in it's glistening wetness? Then your face should be there, not a camera! And you should be saving that for real time, not a 1am text sext that I'm probably ignoring to play solitare. Seriously....does "touch yourself" over a messenger really do it for you??? Because that bores me.
Please do not suggest to me that I'm just shy about my body. Are you kidding? I'm almost 42 with minnows (come on, small, annoying and attracted by flashy things...you know what those are) Of course I'm shy about my body. It bears the scars and plumpness of a proud and sometimes overworked Mama. But that isn't why I don't want naked pics of me floating around the internet. It's because I have enough respect for my body to keep it for those who actually get to use it IRL. Whether they are my sub or my dom. And because the prize is the face to face....the chatting is just the claw of the machine hoovering dramatically over the little toy you want so badly. Asking for naked pics is that little prize slipping from the prongs.
Dear dominant men, why would you want to ruin the surprise of unwrapping the present you've worked so hard to earn yourself through days/weeks of getting to know a submissive online/on phone? Why would you want to rush the sweetness of touching flesh as you remove a blouse, a bra, see something beautiful that you can touch and flick and suck rather than a picture you can judge as "good enough for you"?
As I've said in previous journals ....where is the mystery? The intrigue of discovering a lover? The internet has done something to us, to our attitude about discovery of a lover/submissive. Don't ask me for a checklist of what I like or hard limits an hour after we start chatting. That's part of the negotiation/journey. Conversation is meant to allow you to explore a submissive's mind, their reactions to questions that are thought out and aren't just ....what kinks do you have that match mine?
I'm not saying these conversations don't need to happen. Of course they do. But they shouldn't take precident over other deeper questions such as...what music do you enjoy. You can tell so much about a person by the music they love. The books they read. I read and write romance novels. Paranormal ones about Vampire Princes and their human soulmates....what does that tell you about me? I'll bet it tells you more than the color of my nipples would. Or the shape of my clit. My favorite song is Shatter Me by Lyndsey Sterling. Are you a dom that would look that video up on youtube and really watch it? listen to lyrics and figure out WHY a switch girl with a submissive side would love that song? Or would you humor me with a that's nice, dear ...how big are your tits?
What type of dom do you want to be, my Warriors? What type of Submissive do you want to have? Do you know the difference between a sub and a slave? Are you aware that a woman should be respected until it's time to not respect her....which even in the most degrading of negotiated scenes should never happen....even if you've covered a girl in cum and sweat and bruises, if you don't respect her you have dishonored yourself. For Gods sake, how can you not respect a girl who has taken all you have to give and is still curled around you, exhausted but yours? Could you give of yourself that deeply?
I am not blathering the whole submission is a gift thing. It's not a gift. It's a skill and a calling of the soul. And it's prudent to value it when a submissive truly wishes to bathe you in that Soul Light. Because if you treat it wrongly, you will be utterly in darkness and utterly alone.
So, are you an Idiot in Tinfoil? Or a dragon with a soul? What is it my Warriors?
the fabulous little miss Moxie. |
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There goes another Idiot in Tin foil. Don't let the dragon bite your ass on your way out. |
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Real men don't hit you up demanding photos of your naked body. Real men hit their desks with closed fists demanding photos of Spiderman! |
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I'm quirky, blunt, fun, wild, and just a little shattered. My days are sometimes too dark, sometimes too bright, and my nights are sometimes way too long. I am often strangled by my own insecurities as much as I am my overconfidence. I require attention, long for passion and wish to be desired, to be lusted after, to be romanced darkly. I use music to speak when words fail me. but words are as important to the writer in me as the air I breathe. I am demanding yet patient, affectionate yet sadistic, but also a very mild masochist. , I am manic, overly optimistic and a dreamer who finds one beautiful thing about every day, no matter how bad it seemed. And even with all my flaws, even though I am difficult at times, I am worth every second. |
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Submissive females:
You're beautiful. You're smart. You're full of life and love and the need to serve. And it's a shark pool here. I totally get that. Be honest, be open, be real in your profile and in your conversations. Always insist on being treated as a lady, until it's time to not be one. You are worth more than the pussy between your legs. I promise, he (or she, or they) are out there.
I do have a decent network here. I am not (currently) looking for a female, although that could change this time next year. I do, however, know a few very respectful and wonderful couples and some very wonderful dominant men that are seeking and I am happy to connect and refer. I don't want to be the CS matchmaker or anything, but I do know people that are kind and generous and passionate and savage and I will gladly refer you girls to those I think might have space in their hearts and dungeons for you.
I only ask this. Don't settle. Don't take the first bite you get. Or the eighth. Or even the tenth. Be picky. Be firm. Don't sell your pain or your pleasure or your pussy out of a desperation to not be collarless at the cost of your heart. |
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I HATE SNOW. WINTER HATES ME!!! Why oh why do I live somewhere where the air hurts my face????? |
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Real men read the whole profile and don't waste my time or theirs. |
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I know I know - I have a TON of letters to return. Well maybe not a ton...but a lot of them for having only been gone 3 days. I PROMISe to get another blog entry up and letters returned before the end of the weekend
the fabulous little Miss Moxie |
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Ok - since today seems to be the day of the Demanding Dom - I have a few bits of pertinent information to relay
1. You may be a dom. But you are not MY dom. I don't live on this site and I certainly don't hang out online just hoping and praying some porn rag "dominant" might pay attention to me. I have a life. And unless your collar is around my neck, it doesn't belong to you. I do not NEED a dominant. I want one. And that desire is from a wealth of years and tears and introspection about who I am. I would rather be wanted than someones little obsession or pretty possession and MY dom, whoever he is, will understand that without question.
Like many human beings I have a life. I have a household to run. And if you are living a life that requires you to pitch a fit because some woman doesn't have the time or inclination to write you back, then you my dear are an adult child who never learned to deal with disappointment. you don't belong on CS dumping your insecurities on some unsuspecting novice sub, you belong in a therapist's chair learning why you are such a narcissistic jerk.
2. Do not tell me I am not submissive because I have a mind of my own. I don't subscribe to that submission is a gift rhetoric, but I am woken to myself. I know that I am intrinsically valuable because I am a human being. I am a bright light waiting to illuminate someone's darkness. My submission doesn't require me to bow down to every man with the term Master in his profile name. I am not a slave and expecting me to act like one is going to end up with a very nasty letter in return. And then a use of the block button that I will not regret and never think of again.
3. I try to return every letter. I am not swimming in them, but I do focus on returning ones to those I'm interested in first followed by those who intrigue me. Sometimes you aren't someone's type. Stop being a pouty high school jock pissed off because the chick you're crushing on just isn't interested. There is a difference between a strong man and a narcissist who thinks he's God's gift to poor little subbies (or switches who don't know they're suposed to be slaves - yes I've been told this by some wanna be who was insulted that I didn't want to drop my household, my subs, and my domme side to come fulfill the only life a woman is good for as his whore of a sex slave....some of those are direct words.)
I've said it before and I'll say it again. I'm not a slave. I'm a shieldmaiden. I don't put up with boy children. And if you pout, whine, or pester me with "you didn't write back. you're a bad sub" I will just block you
You are not the King I am looking for.
have a nice day
the fabulous little miss Moxie
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if this is what slave girls have to put up with, i am so very sorry for them. Do you girls really let men, even dominant ones, treat you like this? |
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There's something missing from a lot of conversations I've been having with dominant males over the last few months. Something that's changed in the way Alpha dominant men interact with submissive women. Even something has changed in the way Dominant women interact with submissive men. Please....let me explain....
I remember a when, a time when a dominant man waited, watched, listened to and learned about a submissive woman from what she had to say. Every question, even ones that seemed vanilla, was designed to give him a glimpse into a girl's mind. So that when that "meet" happened, that first exploration into meeting somewhere public, all those questions that seemed sexual were held onto, saved. Not discussed in a text like a job interviewer's checklist of what skills my new slave/sub possesses. No, it waited until that first moment, sitting over coffee, when he would lower his head and whisper so very low, a question so intimately sexual that I couldn't help but react in the body. The heating of my skin, or biting my lip, the inability to hide behind the screen of a phone....he simply knows because he can see the evidence.....that his question has aroused me, even if it has made me timid, or shy, or downright aroused....no words or text program can hide that reaction. The same goes for a similar question about a thing that is too intense for her just yet, a thing that scares a girl, or causes her to recoil, or her eyes to lose that light around the edges.
A dom can see so much, feel so much, in a question asked face to face. The quiver in a voice that says, I'm so not comfortable talking about this, but I can't help myself because I want to share this moment. These are tangible, touchable moments that a text or SMS can't duplicate. How can you tell from a simple line of text what topics make her uncomfortable? Which ones might be sweeping the edges of a soft limit. How can you not miss the sight of a set of white teeth biting down on a full lower lip, eyes interested yet shy? How can any tension, or apprehension, or excitement be built without a moment for your fingers to brush the small of her back, to see if that shudder that courses through her is fear or arousal?
I can't live without body language. Without the moments of clarity that a human's body and eyes and reactions give me. That moment when I touch a submissive's hand or his arm and his muscle flex as if trying to strain towards me. When I trot out my fun, irreverent side and that first wide-eyed reaction is followed by genuine, real laughter. Anyone can LOL in a text, but I devour true laughter with greed. I feed on the emotions my men feel...whether they are dominant or submissive. It is my joy, to be there before him, small fingers dancing on the skin, watching his face for reactions. Letting him see and feel mine. Genuine nature. Little, subtle reactions the trained eye picks up with ease.
Anymore it's just a checklist of sexual skills and interests, like a job interview where all that matters is -if you can suck a dick and take a beating for an hour without whining that it hurts. Do you swallow? what's your hard limit? What's your soft limit?
Does no dom or domme take pride and joy in finding that out in conversation? Face to face?
It's all become....flat and dull...like a digital photograph of a painting that's so pixilated there's no color left.
I'm looking for color. I'm looking to color someone's life. For a month, a year, an eternity, a moment. I'm a rainbow. And I need my senses stroked. Color, density, intensity. I'm not a checklist. I'm a work of art. And you can't see the craftsmanship until you've come out from behind the computer and seen me in natural light.
Onions have layers. Ogres have layers. So do tiny fairies. And I want to show you mine. And delve into yours. That requires a meeting. Not playing, not a checklist of what should we do when we finally fuck, suck, play. No.....that's cutting the onion open to get to the heart.
Peel me. Open to me. Let me Peel you one layer of shivering skin at a time. Do the same for me.
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Karma works in funny ways. Who could believe a chance letter to a stranger could reconnect me with someone I cared for, a friend I've never forgotten. 6 degrees of seperation, Ka, Fate, the Wheel...call it as you will, but good friends are like bad pennies. They have a tendancy to turn up in the oddest places.
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Not interested in couples,
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I SURVIVED CHRISTMAS!
Please please be patient everyone. Two days off the site. I have letters to return.
Missed you all!
the fabulous little miss moxie |
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Last photo in my list is brand new as of today
happy yule my Warriors
the fabulous little miss moxie |
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I've been getting a lot of questions about why I don't do dick over 9". Mostly from guys with cock over 9".
Ok, so I don't think I've covered this one in my little journal of fun before. Maybe it's time I open up the portals to the dark past and explain a few things about the fabulous little miss moxie and her absolute terror when faced with a schlong over 9".
Let's just start with the sheer concept that at my height of 4 foot 11 3/4 inches...an 11' inch dick is about as long as my left arm! Your girl Moxie isn't kidding about the fairy comments my Warriors...I only eeked out of being MidgetMoxie by about 4 inches! So as a tiny person the concept of a cock exceeding 9" frankly terrifies this tiny pixie, to begin with.
I had the unfortunate experience of catching monogamy twice early in life. They tried to call themselves swingers, but it was ...early adulthood learning I suppose. Both of these men were overly blessed in the between the legs department. sex with them was like storming a castle. And my poor cervix was the drawbridge. "We must breach the cause, men! All hands to the battering ram. And GO!". It was too many months of painful sex (not the good kind) and in one instance, tearing because he had me convinced I was frigid because I couldn't get wet for him. Now I've learned differently - LMAO - I'm now a very happy slut of the I Like Sex tribe who knows to make sure you have something to protect your sheets when I come play! (I don't think I qualify as a squirter, more like a.... who the fuck left the faucet on!)
in 1999 I was one of the unfortunate women in the lifestyle to be caught by a predator. I will not dump a sob story in my blog...fairies only experience one emotion at a time because they're so small and I choose joy...but the captivity and the abuse I suffered were not consensual. I can't begin to tell you what his length was...suffice to say I bled a lot after each instance.
At no time since have I met a dominant with the patience to work with me on this whole size fear issue. I guess I can understand some guy who's used to having his 10 inches worshiped might feel a little uncomfortable coaxing me out from under the pillows. Or from behind a locked bathroom door. (yea - I did that once. Guy dropped trousers and Ananaconda came out to say hi and I bolted) I'm sure I don't make it much easier with my run and hide and avoidance techniques we Fey are so damn good at. After all, when we're small, we can hide from them all.
Would I take a chance with a dom over my size terror limit? I dunno...maybe if all the other Dreamy McDream Dom traits that I look for were there. He'd have to be a patient fucker thats for sure. Trust me, that sword isn't finding a sheathe on the first date! Probably also a good idea to warn me sometime BEFORE the pants come off though. I do know I've probably passed up on getting to know some really wonderful men because I apparently have Penis Prejudice. I really would like to over come that some day.
But here's my thought for the day: a woman's vajimjam is only like 5 inches long....so technically shouldn't the 6-7 inched dicked man be the one who should be fighting girls off with sticks!
the fabulous little miss Moxie |
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no it's not just you. CS has been SHITE all week. broken links, misdirects. I haven't been able to read or answer email for hours.
if you want to talk until this site's admins pull their heads out of their cracks.... reach out to me on KIK. DoryFey. NO FUCKING DICK PICS or rude ass sexual comments or I'll block your ass. be nice to me, be polite. if you wouldn't say it to a guy in jail, don't freaking say it to me in a first conversation ...if you're a sub please use polite reference ..Miss Moxie or Miss Dory and announce yourself with your first name and your profile name. This is important. DO NOT call me ma'am unless you are retired or active military. period.
If you're dom, come on guys, dont' call me slut. don't try to order me around. Just be nice. be a gentleman. Or I won't be much of a lady (actually I'm not really much of one anyway. I'm more of a shieldmaiden ....looking for a dragon or a viking with a really big axe - no not the one between your legs...stop that!) it would help to tell me your first name and what you go by here.
and a FACE PIC. in the name of Naked Aphrodite guys, would it kill you to send me a face pic so I can see the eyes of the guy I'm talking to?
I can't believe I have to lead with this guys...come on!!! I haven't in the 20 plus years I've been here offered my messenger before so lets make this experience AWESOME for Miss Dory aka the Fabulous little Miss Moxie |
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Questions in Veridian Eyes.
Why do I question all that I am and yet can be?
Why do I ruminate the future, examine the past?
There is purpose to my sanity
and insanity in my purposeand neither will last.
I am to myself unique;
scarlet tiger, fragrant blossom blooming bright.
The rule of Sol makes me weak in the knees.
Strength in the rule, my rule, of the Queen of Night.
Bound to my side, my sword, my lions of the dark.
Chained to my hip, my dogs of war.
To battle for me; let it begin...
Hunt my wolves and find my Warrior.
For the lone Shieldmaiden's eyes have questions for his soul. |
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found this article on a dating review site for males. I decided to copy an exerpt from it. I thought maybe it would make for good reading for some of you out there. I don't know that I agree with all of it, but it was well written and it impressed me:(the stuff in bold is my additions to the article)
Miss Alexandra, datingsitesreview.com
Some advice : first of all, no *censored* picture for your profile picture. you may laugh, but many guys still do that. No girl wants to see your cock. They want to see your face, what you look like, and what your body structure is like. Save the cock for a triumphant in person showing off.
most kinky people have to get out to events. Look for local events. There are also some big kink events that are great if you can afford to travel.
if you are a submissive male, your first experiences will almost certainly be with professionals. There are few dominant women and many submissive men and the odds are incredibly against you. If you are hot, you may get some free play at parties and events. If you are not hot but personable, networking within the community can eventually get you play. Starting with pros can gain you credibility; most dommes don't want to waste time on total newbies. But a male submissive has to network relentlessly to get free play and/or find a relationship.Also work on your career. To be completely honest, dommes are spoled and a male submissive with little money has little chance with them.
If you are a dominant the odds are less daunting, though still against you. Go to events to learn techniques and develop a reputation in the community as a safe player and a decent guy. Second, if you contact someone that looks like you someone might want to talk to don't be an ass about it. be polite, and friendly, like you would be if you were to meet someone at a party. Don't just go "hey i want this and that, and you are sub, so you have to give it to me. " that will get you blocked. Sub women are not just kinksters, they are PEOPLE . (Dominant does not = asshole.) Once you build that reputation the women will come to you. |
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I am not a Pro-Domme. I am not interested in stomping your balls or money for kinky sex. I am seeking a sub or slave. For service in a LTR, not as a hook up
Doms. I am not looking to be your once a month sub with benefits. If you're not looking for a relationship that involves more than kinky sex when your vanilla girl won't give it to you, or you're looking for a toy you can put on the shelf until your dick gets hard, go elsewhere. |
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I am not seeking the average dom. I am seeking a Warrior King. Someone who doesn't want to rescue a princess but wants a Shield maiden to fight by his side.
I am flighty. I am memory challenged. I am independent yet I love to be dependent on the control of a good dominant. I'm a writer with a creative mind and a romantic heart. I dance down the isle of all night grocery stores, I wear dresses with Harley shit kickers and jeans with Mary Janes. I look bad ass on the back of a motorcycle and know how to ride bitch. I was raised by my poly, BDSM oriented uncle and his biker brothers (and no they never abused me or used me. They were my uncles.) I've never been anyone's ol' lady, but I've been someone's treasure. I've been their pretty little slut, and I've been their baby girl. The sound of those two words growled with affection melt me. I'm poly.
I'm also a switch. Let me state again that I'm independent. I don't NEED a man to stand beside, to draw shield and sword with. But I do want one. I'm wild, and sometimes quiet. I get sad. I reflect joy. I care for everyone. I'm a Mama Tiger and I protect my clan with claws and heart. I want to give that to a dom in the way I have to my subs.
I'm not a slave. I'm not a meek, mild little thing whispering a shy, breathy yes sir. I am a shield maiden. I will kneel, but only to a strong man. A Warrior seeking his Warrior Princess. I am a sheathe seeking a sword. One that will stand by my side as Demon King to my Lilith, protect my clan and not cut me to the heart. One who wants to touch the darkness inside, if only to open it to the light. One who wants and needs to bathe in my light, in my joy, in my life.
in me.
ps Have motorcycle, have me!!!! Harley's please, no rice burners or bitch bikers. |
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Sanctuary House has moved. I have chosen to move my clan due to an unfortunate housing loss to Kempton, IL. This move is temporary. No longer than a year. I am relocatable within Illinois. |
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PSA to Dominant Men: A few things my dears. Not all sub/switch women are into your 50 shades assumption that degredation and verbal humiliation are a go to within the first letter. Let me clarify. "What's up bitch, come suck my dick like a good girl." Is not an appropriate first letter to a total stranger, regardless of the compliment assuming that she is a good girl, and that a good girl can only be thus if she reacts well to a stranger tellig her to suck cock. If you were in a bar, you'd get slapped.
If you have gone from reading my profile to considering writing me, please consider the way I speak and write. Yes, I LOVE sex. I love men. But I am genuinely impressed by a man who takes the time to treat me first as a lady, and secondly as a sub. And there are differences dear dominant ones. I had a very creative man (although please boys, if you're 21 you're half my age and I'm not going to sub to you) say almost the same thing to me but phrased "Beautiful, smart, well written. I can't decide if I want to pick your brain about Yates and Shakespeare or put you on our knees and let you rest your pretty mouth." Ok...now listen, that's still get over here and suck my cock. but at least he didn't sound like a creeper.
ok...as I've said once before today...I need to not get on CS when I'm on migraine meds.
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I am home at last. Group B strep and pneumonia is nothing to mess with. I'm glad to be home. Still hurts to breathe occassionally and I have a ton of housekeeping to catch up with. My poor household was lost without me and not much got done. (The place is a wreck)
I'm mostly focused right now on finding a sub or slave for a TPE, 24/7 beta position in my household. Please be sure to read my profile, it's a great snapshot of who I am and what I seek.
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Mistress Moxie has asked me to leave a note here for her friends and those she is speaking with. She is currently in the hospital for pneumonia and is not the one checking messages. I will be handling her profile until she gets home this weekend. The hospital is blocking any site they consider pornographic.
Wolf, beta, Sanctuary House, sub to Mistress Moxie |
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I had a great night last night. Wrote almost10K words.
I was surprised by a special friend who showed up last minute and made my great night exceptional. Kisses to you!
Thinking about going back next week. At this rate I could get my book done in 3 months. |
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To those within an hour of my location: If you're local or looking for an adventure you should come out to Logans in Freeport. There's karaoke, (and some of these locals are GOOD) and I'm here. I'm in pink with a laptop. Come and say hi. Buy me a glass of wine. I prefer red or blushing. You're never going to meet someone hiding behind a computer.(says the switch at a bar hiding behind a laptop LOL) So get some guts and come to town and sing some karaoke. Come say hi to the resident switch. (No I'm probably not going to sleep with you or play with you or suck your dick tonight but isn't it nice to meet other lifestylers face to face???) GET OUT OF YOUR HOUSE DAMN IT::: IF you see me and want to say hi, the name is Moxie. Locals call me Pink. (duh)
update: 9:11pm so disappointed. Not one person dom or sub has the courage to have an adventure and come have a beer with me. But it's early. I'll be here through close. Don't be shy, come say hi!
Ok, wrote something beautiful about where I am. Read on.
Right now I am sitting in the corner of a local, a cheap beer I can actually drink in front of me, my laptop keys warm under my fingers. Pink headphones, pink stylus, pink shirt, ....I am resplendent in color and a smile that shows my pleasure at finally being able to write. The low buzz of conversation and the movement of the bartender and waitresses as the local after work crowd comes in to relax is exactly what I need to bury myself in my novel. I need the atmosphere, the ambiance and the separation from the 4 walls of my home. Every so often I look up over the bar and this man's eyes or that man's gaze catches my attention. I smile, I would welcome a brief interruption in my work, the inspirational flirting of a local who is curious about the pretty woman in the corner. Perhaps the day is still too early and the liquor not yet rich enough for the liquid courage to kick in and inspire one of them to come and greet me.
spider to the flies.
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Let me make this very clear. I do not normally like to be called Ma'am. Ma'am is my mother. However, I do allow one exception. And that is to those who have served in our US Military in any branch. I absolutely love to hear the sharp, respectful "Ma'am" from one of my boys. I was raised by military men and my love and respect for them runs deep.
I've beenr eminded of that love and respect because I've been honored lately with no few letters from men who are active duty, retired or reservists. Doms and subs. And I'm enjoying my communication with them, whether I'm considering them or just making friends. (which I find on here every day!) Samhain just passed, and it is a dear holiday to us in the Wiccan community. I always leave an offering on my altar in memory of my Uncles, who were like fathers to me. (and later in life my first exposure to a working 5 man 1 woman poly structure I didn't recognize until I found the lifestyle years later) So with our Witches New Year just passed, I thought this journal entry was fitting. In my honor of our troops, especially those who are lifestyle, I honor their memories and their service and the high standards they taught me to have for any man I allow into my life.
On that note, Dominant Men. Please do not get angry with me if I refer to you immediately as Sir. That form of respect for me is more than lifestyle. I don't care if you were a grunt or a 5 star general, you will hear Sir from me out of great respect until I'm told otherwise or your actions have caused me to loose that respect.
One great thing about our Boys .....none of you send me dick pics. I LOVE that. Thank you!!!!
Miss Moxie aka Miss Lily
BTW - my Gunny, I know you can see me. I hope your new mistress is phenominal. Enjoy the weather in Hawaii. all my love, Mama Lily |
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Favorite movie quote
Can you hammer a six inch spike through a board with your penis? Girl's gotta have standards?
name the movie |
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SUBMISSIVE MALES
A few tips for hitting the top of my list:
I am seeking a 24/7 slave. I prefer my slaves to look, act and sound like men in public. I have no interest in anyone who wishes they had a pussy - I have one and don't need another. I need men. Solid, rock hard men who need a queen to kneel to, to pledge fealty to. I am creating a household, a Lairdship .. . I encourage those who have connections to the goth lifestyle, the Norse or Astaru, those who are "geeky" or consider themselves warriors of this world, yet apart from it. Those who find they would fit better in this, my world, where they can be part of a greater, but smaller village, a clan where their submission and their loyalty to their Goddess is part of the glue that holds the fabric together.
I am not looking to play games or take a year and a day to get your butt into my household. All grandiose speech aside, if you don't know this is what you want, move on. I don't have time to hold hands with noobs that have a hard on and a 50 shades of gray boy-slut fantasy. Be ready to relocate if you're not local. Be ready to prove yourself. Be ready to work hard. And be ready to laugh and love hard.
I have discovered that I have an age preference I can't seem to get over. (thanks to a former dominant who screwed my head up temporarily) I have to work through this and yes, I know, I am eliminating many very good submissives from the rosters, but I CANNOT accept a sub or slave over 57. I just can't. My age preference is 21-45 but I will consider everyone case by case.
The closer you are in location, or the faster you're willing to visit and relocate, the higher up the food chain you move. If there is no photo on your profile, and you do not send one with your first letter, you'll have it deleted unread. Please be height/weight proportionate and able to pay for your own travel and relocation.
I AM NOT A PRO. DO not contact me regarding any form of pro play or online domination. I am seeking real time 24/7 slavery in a poly household.
*note: I have a bisexual preop trans wife and an Alpha submissive male (hetero) Any new slave will come into the household in a beta position. Submissive to me, subservient to all others.
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to those who have written me last week
I had back to back family emergencies. I am only getting back online today for the first time all week. Please give me time to answer all the messages I received
Miss Moxie |
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LAUNDRY DAY. Laundry for 9 people. Jesus H Flaming bush it takes me 2 hours just to SORT laundry, never mind the 4 hours I'm going to be stuck at the laundromat.
and cleaning! Ug. I have to clean this nasty ass house. Wish I had a domestic. |
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laughter is the sound of the soul slipping past the lips to kiss the ears of the listener.
Motley Moxie |
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If you're over 64 and you're not all ready a good friend of mine or someone I know, please do not take this personally but I'm just not interested. I'm more than happy to make friends, but if you're over 60 there is no way not on the best of days that I can have anything to do with you sexually.
my father is 64. there is no way for you to make over 64 anything less than creepy for me so just fucking stop it. |
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Tuesday's surgery went well. Except I got sent home with an unexpected foley catheter. I have to go in today to have it removed.
I have been through a lot medically the last year. Stuck kidney stone, sepsis, long term stent and stent pain for 8 months. But I have never been more terrified of anything than I am of having this catheter removed. And I've given birth. I am so afraid it's going to hurt. I've had enough pain down there to last a lifetime.
Days like today even a strong woman like me misses having a Daddy dom by her side. |
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My apologies to those I had been talking to last week. I've been out of touch for a week. My alpha sub had a 3 day eeg halter and video monitor and then one of my minnows ended up in the hospital
if we were talking and we lost touch over the last 7 days, and you want to keep talking, please send me a message. Again, I apologize to all those I was talking to for disappearing, I had to put my household first and we were in a series of crises that needed my full attention
Miss Moxie |
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It never ceases to amaze me the lengths someone with no self esteem will go to just because you represent some kind of threat to their fantasy world. Nasty letters from nasty people amuse me and remind me to be a good person who lets stupid shit go. I'm also the kind of person to use use the block button liberally. How many accounts can one person make just to keep harassing someone. Nothing you say can affect me. It's why I'm a happy person my dear and you've wasted 2 years online stalking someone who barely gives you a second thought. |
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Dreams of The Lion's Soul
what ecstasy draws soul to soul?
What bond draws eye to eye?
Can all I imagine be real?
Is it dreams never to be,
joy in the dreaming, never the being?
Or is it dreams yet to come true;
Light and hope and breath creeping into being
one day forward at a time.
Are you real?
Or, in soul rending loneliness, did I dream you up?
Can all I imagine be real?
Or are dreams of you all I'll ever see?
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Searching . . . one unusual woman seeking . . .
a man in a world of Justin Bieber boys
Dee Snider and Alice Cooper and Axel Rose . . .
the delectable taste of classic leather and lace . . .
the thrill of cold steel, the rattle of chains . . .
or at least . . .
a man who's heard them before.
Understanding . . . this one unusual woman seeking . . .
a man with no boundaries, no shame, no disgrace . . .
as fluid as rock and roll, . .
a man to flip my switch, to electrify me. . .
Looking down . . . one small woman towering . . .
a man who looks up and sees an Amazon Princess . . .
1980's hair bands kneel at her feet . . .
All of them wearing long hair and lipstick
pink . . .the color of woman....
Searching. . . one unusual woman seeking . . .
the Dr Jeckel to her Mister Hyde . . .
comfortable in the triangle of love . . .
pansexual, Pan the Saytre . . .
share his love . . . and her with others . . .
or at least with the ones that matter to her....
Understanding . . .this one unusual woman seeking . . .
a dark prince, a goblin king on his knees . . .
love me, fear me, do as I say and I will be your slave . . .
a geek in chains, a white knight on his knees . . .
red . . .the color of love dripping down his back....
Looking down . . . one small woman towering . . .
a man of many masks, he can wear the face of a sleeping god . . .
a phantom in an opera house . . .
a masked fiend caught in my hand and in my chains . . .
a man to fuel my deepest fantasies, to crown me Queen. . .
Searching . . one unusual woman seeking . . .
a single, solitary man,
that cult of personality of one . . .
who can understand what this one woman seeking is saying.
cwMM, 2017 |
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A plea for inspiration
By Lily Luna::::::::::::
They scream in my mind
a thousand voices needing their story told
yet no single voice calls my name,
no great muse answers my calls, their pleas for voices.
I am stranded on an island of white
with a pen that can neither feed me
nor make hearts bleed.
For the fountain has run dry.
And inspiration has abandoned my soul.
Speak, knight, vampire, lover, slave
raise your voice above the din,
and drive me from this reality
into my dreams
where the white sands of this island
run with the black of ink.
cw MM 2017 |
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Angel Wings:::::::::::
I have touched the Heavens
scraped my fingers along the bottom,
and tasted it's joy.
I have danced to the sunrise
on the wings of your eyes.
I have dipped my toes into my dreams
and let the magic carry me away.
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I just don't get it. Do men wake up the morning after taking to a girl they like and suddenly decide it would be a good idea to send a dick pic?
I mean... Do guys wake up going... Omg I'm so into this chick... I'll send her a pic of my morning wood.... Then she'll totally want me.
Let me be clear. unless you're asked for it... NO ONE WANTS TO SEE YOUR JOLLY ROGER. unless you're about to get laid... Then let that freak flag fly.
But seriously... I have a great convo with this guy yesterday.. I open up what I expect to be a sweet good morning text this morning.... Instead I'm greeted by... and with No coffee and still half asleep... greeted by morning monster cock.
not a pic of those eyes I liked. Not a meme of something sweet or an invitation to morning coffee to meet....no....I get the sweet, flesh toned glimpse, of mushroom capped morning potsticker.
THIS is supposed to impress me?????
I think I get it though. Guys under 30 haven't figured out how to redirect the blood from their dicks to their heads in the morning. Two brains and enough blood to run both at the same time.
You know what I want. I want a dom or a sub between 36-57 who looks and dresses like James Spader in black list but treats me like Derek Morgan treats Penelope Garcia in Criminal Minds. (but with the kink and sex - their platonic relationship totally disgusts me.)
Reddington and Morgan would NEVER send dick pics.
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I'm sure many of you noticed I have been noticeably absent for the last 3 days.
hospitals. severe dehydration. kidney stone
yes, it sucked. it was painful. I missed work
but I'm better now
if you didn't know....Monroe WI has a much better hospital than Freeport IL.
Moxie |
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INSOMNIA SUCKS
in case you are wondering, I wrote this at 3:22am central standard time
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bored. wishing I had someone to talk to |
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I'm still searching for what defines me.
Ultimately under the strictest sense of the BDSM linguistics I am defined as a switch. I have both dominant and submissive traits and needs and desires.
I lean heavily in my daily life to the dominant role. I need to be in control of my surroundings and those that are in my life. I am a Caretaker, known in my neighborhood as Mama Lily. I have a habit of taking in strays and offering a warm meal and safe place to anyone who needs one. It's why my home, a former church, is called Sanctuary. I'm building it to be a place of Sanctuary to the Lifestyle, to all those who are within our culture who need that safe space to be themselves. I've even considered starting a church of my own. (It's the Goth in me I suppose that needs to counter the Catholic influence my parents shoved down my throat)
As a dominant woman, I cannot stand the "wimpy" male that craves sissy play and feminization. I am not a feminazi. I am a woman who wants her men to act and look like men. To be not only her slave at her feet, naked when the doors are closed, but her protector and the Warrior of her household. Of his queen. There is so much power for me, this scrap of a woman that doesn't top 5' tall, to snap her fingers and put a man twice her size to his knees with that and a look.
So, what am I? I am a paradox that loops in and out of itself and will leave you tangled in my mind. I am brilliant but flighty, dedicated but manic, creative and a source of both light and dark contained in a soul that cannot be contained.
I don't mean to defy definition. I don't mean to seem to be someone different depending on who I am around. It's the Caretaker in me that can act sweet and submissive around one dominant, bratty and fun around another, and the strict mistress with a submissive who needs to be given something to do.
I am not easily defined. I am not easily loved. I am a wild ride of pain and pleasure and emotion and cuddles and movies at 3am and a good fuck at noon and a beating before bed. But I would love for you to try to inspect the pieces.
Maybe you'll find something new even I didn't know was there. |
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Due to the fact that where I am is fast becoming unsafe for those who are LGBT and kink, or poly, along with the women's rights being stripped away, this Femme Domme is looking to take her household elsewhere, where women are more supported by the people and government. I would be willing to discuss full relocation to Canada or an EU country. But it would be my entire BDSM household, not just me. I would consider not only moving to join a slave as his Mistress, but bring an all ready structured BDSM household into a co-dom situation with a male Dominant.
I have a BDSM oriented household consisting of myself, my pre op trans slave wife, and my alpha male sub. There are 4 minnows in the household. (if you don't know what a minnow is email and ask me) IF there are male slaves interested in bringing an American Mistress and her household into his home, I would be more than willing to consider relocation to Canada to accept service from a slave who craves to sit at my feet and share in our lives.
I would also welcome joining my household with/relocating to a bisexual male dominant as a co domme (I would also consider subbing to the right dominant so long as I maintain my place as a Mistress, But I am decidedly picky about that.)
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If you are an un owned slave in Illinois with a farm or a house with land, and you are looking for a Mistress with an established poly household to come to you....we need to talk asap. |
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| Age: 29 |
| Winston Salem,
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