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Let's start this off nice and honest. I live with someone, not married. I'm not happy, for some very good reasons. But removing myself from the situation isn't exactly... an easy process. That said, I'm open to exploring what else is out there while undergoing this change.
Yes, I had reconstructive surgery on one breast after a bout of breast cancer. But by all means, be another person that tries to shame me for the scars.
I am a brooding, pensive, nerdy little fiend. I resent the stereotype associated with babygirl and little; I am both of these things, but not in the pretty pink bows and dolls sort of way. My stuffed animals are dragons and bison, my favorite "little space" shows are animated Batman and X-Men, my pajamas and panties have skulls and comic book characters. I prefer going camping and hiking to shopping sprees, museums and bookstores to clubs. Let's go ahead and say it, I'm a tomboy. If you have ambitions of changing this, I won't suit you too well.
An addendum to the above: I do not, in the least, mind if my Dominant chooses for me what to wear. My stress comes from my apparent complete lack of fashion sense, so if you're expecting the kind of girl that can come out of Macy's with four bags of completely glamorous outfits, you'll be disappointed by my selections. However, if you've a taste for what you like to see your girl in? Please, take the anxiety of choice from me. Show me how to please you.
I need a firm hand. I need strong arms that can hold me down as easily as hold me close. I need direction and guidance; I'm a full-time student and hold down a full-time job, but I need structure, support, I need to be controlled so that I can meet my goals. Something about my personality just lacks a certain impulse control, and without someone to point me, I lose sight of what I'm trying to do with my life.
I'm a nympho, purely insatiable. This seems like an ideal at first glance, but it's proven to be a point of contention in relationships once the "new sub smell" wears off. The first couple of months, bliss of weekly playtime, and plenty of orgasms in between, and by the long-term mark, barely a bare-handed spanking a month.
It's easier to say what I'm not into than what I am; I don't do scat, I don't do ageplay or diapers, animals are a hard pass. Most other things are negotiable.
Intellect, passion, confidence, stability, these are the things I crave in a partner, in a Daddy or Mommy. Nights spent curled around your feet in nothing but my collar and a pair of knee-high socks while you read to me, days spent savoring mutual interests. Teach me, train me, discipline me, mold me. Take the foundation of who I am and help me become something better, take care of me, and I will serve you with unparalleled adoration and effort. After a long journey to twenty-five, I want a home, I'm desperate for the security to grow and be happy in my own submissive skin.
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