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| My Dominant side came to me early in life and is a natural part of who I am. I exercise my will with the realization that Man has, since the beginning of time, been hard-wired to be the Hunter, Procurer and Protector of His property.
He takes what is rightfully his…that which He craves for sustenance, catches His eye and yes, captures His heart. Modern influences and technology now have replaced the “Me-clubbing-you-over-the-head” technique, with a somewhat more sophisticated means of communication… and so we start here.
My initial approach with you will never be “On your knees bitch” or “Submit to me now worthless cunt”. This shows a total lack of respect (not to mention ingenuity and intelligence) and reveals those men as nothing more than moronic juveniles.
And by the journal entries of so many of the woman here and on other kink sites, this is still the blunt and incredibly ineffective ‘opener’ that so many men (sadly) still use.
…but enough about them. We’ll leave them to languish in their own confusion and ineptitude.
Let’s talk about you. Let us discover what caresses your soul? What deep desires and wanton fantasies have brought you to this place?
We’re all kinky (insert your definition here) in a variety of ways. That is a given. But here at CS there are many of us in search of more than just kinky sex. Hell, we can get that anywhere.
I’m a mature Dom / Master. Your role is to serve as the sensual, submissive woman, who longs to give your 'Sir' his pleasures.
Our open communication allows the understanding and satisfaction of both our desires. As I’m a sensual Dom and Master, we’ll enjoy the mental and emotional as well as physical connections.
I’m relocating back to the Treasure Coast of Florida where I embark on new adventures. There are business ventures to be started, new sensual explorations to be discovered and for me, new sailing grounds to be explored. I’m in search of the ‘one’ who wishes to join me on any or all of what this life has to offer?
The prey I hunt for desires to be captured and kept. She looks over her shoulder as I approach and whispers, “You’re the Man… you take what you want”. Will I want you?
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