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NoOnesTortuga

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I get asked many times with emails, "What am I looking for here?" Honestly, I couldn't tell you. I'm looking for guidence, friendship, whatever I can get. I'm not sure if I'm looking for a Dominant, I've come across a few and they don't seem to be for me. Maybe I'm just too difficult.



I will NOT relocate.
I am NOT a Dominant, so DO NOT call me Ma'am or Mistress.
I will not be a submissive to anyone over 40-45.


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10/6/2008 10:38:19 PM

The difference between a slave and submissive

Most importantly a slave and submissive are both based on the same BDSM lifestyle principle, which is trust. Without trust there is nothing. But there are many differences in both terms of servitude in the BDSM world.
The submissive is normally collared or owned, being owned is more like being possessed. Being a collared submissive is a sign of a territorial right of the Master or Mistress; kind of like a hands off sign to others. But sometimes a collar is a symbol of the Master or Mistress themselves. In terms of a submissive, there is kind of a negotiation that takes place between the Dominant and the submissive before an agreement of ownership. The submissive has the ability to state the areas where the Dominant is inflectional and is not. And also the submissive has the ability to determine what the Dominant can or cannot do. The key point of a submissive role is allowing the Dominant to control only certain aspects of they submissive life. Does this make the submissive any less of a servant? Absolutely Not. Submissive just have more limitations in the lifestyle than a slave.
The role of a slave entitled to a whole different level of trust, it's a large responsibility to both the slave and Dominant. The Dominant has complete and full control of the slave, with no room for debate. The slave gibes up control of all aspects of their lives. To a slave, there is nothing else in the world other than the pleasure of the Dominant. A slave is a level of BDSM relationship without limits, without safe words.


9/25/2008 8:33:18 PM

Today was my day of surprise, nervousness, and suspense. I met with a wonderful Dom, who was like no other Dominant I have ever scened with. We talked on the phone the previous day to just hear each others voice and get to know each other better, to just get on that comfort level. We made plans to meet today for breakfast; yes, he made me get up at the crack of dawn! Well not exactly the crack of dawn, I met with him a little after 9am. We sat and talked for a bit, he was very patient in making me feel comfortable. But of course, I was still nervous. I followed him to his residence, and once I put my car in Park, my heart was pounding quite fastly. I didn't know what to expect, and I didn't know what to think. We sat on the couch to just get that comfort back, like I was at the diner. To make me relax more, he rubbed my shoulders and my back, and also rubbed my cold feet. He was very gentle. And that is always important to me on first meetings. I've went through so many Dominants that were very harsh and left a huge scar on my life with trust. He undressed me, my shirt and bra first, to restrain my wrists with rope. I stood up for him so he could inspect my body, just his touch felt wonderful. He brought out the hood, this black nylon hood that had built in blindfold, it was extremely scary and intimidating but I trusted him. He put the hood over my head, I couldn't see a thing, all I could rely on was him, my smell and touch sense. He led up the stairs carefully, I knelt down on the floor where I was told and crawlled into a cage that was very comforting. I curled up in a ball, he covered me with a blanket, I felt so secure. While I was in the cage, he was getting things ready for the scene. I was so content, I fell asleep in my position. He mentioned to me that after a little while he was talking to me and I didn't say a word, because I was fastly asleep. About a half an hour went by and I finally woke up, he came in to check on me, and released me from the cage. Still with the hood on, he led me to a med table, and restrained me to it. My feet were in the sturrups,my legs spread wide. He then inspected my moist cunt, experimented with stretching. Be then started exploring with fingering my cunt and stimulating my throbbing clit. He worked my soaking cunt until I finally released climax and squirted, repeatedly. I haven't climaxed in so long the first few were exhausting. After resting for a few minutes, i was released from the med-table and led over to something...different. I was standing in an X-frame position with my arms tied high, my hood still on. I felt like this scene was just to test me and my reactions. He was very gentle and hit my bare ass with the cane a few times and my breasts. He also spanked my ass to get it to warm up a little. He also put clothespins on my nipples. I have ultra sensitive nipples, any kind of touch or sensation is intense for me, but I toughed it out. I guess I was trying to impress him. My hands began to go cold and numb so I was released from that position and led to some kind of bondage chair. My arms, legs, midriff were tightly strapped in. The legs of the chair were movable, and he spread my legs very wide. From what I could tell, he was sitting between my legs on the floor. I felt his hands rubbing on my thighs, I was breathing slightly heavy. The anticipation of his hands slowly approaching my soft cunt was making my mind go all over the place. He placed his gentle lips on my clit, being strapped down made it so intense and mind bubbling. He kept fucking my soaking cunt with his fingers, and I just kept squirting and reaching climax, I tried to keep up with how many times. A few times I would reach it before I would even have the strength to say I was cumming. Out of the day, I could not tell how many times I cam. After the scene was over, he unstrapped me from the bondage chair and led me back down stairs. We settled on the couch, I was resting up against him. It almost brought tears to my eyes to how content I felt. I haven't felt it in a long time. He just covered my naked body up with a blanket. He lifted the hood off my head, I wanted to get as close to his body as I could. I felt warm and comforting, I felt at home with Him. I didn't feel like he used me or abused me, I felt like I belonged to him, and I appreciated him. And I hope he appreciated me.


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rachelhearing
 
 Age: 29
 C, California