I find I prefer a light but firm hand. I don't need someone to be a total controlling asshole to feel I am in their power. When people act controlling, it makes me lose respect for them, and the more respect I lose, the less submissive I feel.

Show me that you can go with the flow. Show me that when you choose to steer, it makes the ride better for everybody. Show me you don't mind getting a little messy in the process. 

Show me you know things won't always be perfect, but that when they are rough you are capable of staying the course and not abandoning the ship.

Hypnotize me with your actions. Show me all the reasons you deserve my respect. Don't ask for it. Don't demand it. Earn it. 

"Hi, how are you?"

Please, please, please, if you are going to contact someone, say more than this.

Say something like why you wrote to them, or what about their profile interested you. Be specific. Don't send form letters (it's not only obvious, lazy & pathetic, it's insulting). Display your genuine interest. 

Otherwise you are just like a stranger on the street who steps in front of a cute girl, says "Hi, how are you?" and then just stares. It's creepy. Don't be that guy.

I have always felt that submission was a multi-tiered thing. We don’t always submit in the same ways. There is usually a buildup that comes as the trust & respect deepens. Some people seem to expect to a person you show them the highest level of submission right from the beginning. I could never do that. I need to build a serious and deep trust with someone before giving myself over so completely. So no matter how much I may want to say “Yes Master, I’m yours” and really mean it- I won’t until that trust is built.

These are my personal levels of submission:

Verbal: My words are yielding – perhaps we are creating a little D/s fantasy together or I am simply speaking to you respectfully. It doesn’t have a whole lot of meaning, other than the offering of basic courtesy or a good time for both. Easiest of them all to give, and easiest to move on from.

Physical: My body yields to you. To your desires: your lust, your pain. I am obedient and respectful during our time together, but I give you no control over my life. This type of submission is also pretty easy for me, as it only requires a physical sort of trust. If that trust is exceeded, I can end things with little harm done. My body heals fairly quickly.

Emotional: My mind yields to you. I have great respect for you: I have interacted with & observed you & the decisions you make and you are someone I consider worthy. I have given over control of my life to you. This didn’t happen overnight. It took months or longer. This trust goes so deep it’s like giving a part of my soul into your keeping. To have this trust broken is shattering and something it takes quite some time to recover from. It’s a hard trust to give and I have to be absolutely sure you are worthy of it before it will be extended.

Sometimes I can give little bits of that emotional control as we progress and I usually will if I feel the connection is there. But to have me completely is a difficult thing and an opportunity that is rarely offered.

Parts of a song by Evanescense that reminds me of how it feels to reach that final stage:

Under your spell again
I can’t say no to you
Crave my heart,
And it’s bleeding in your hand
I can’t say no to you
Shouldn’t let you torture me so sweetly
Now I can’t let go of this dream
I can’t breathe but I feel…..(Chorus)

Drink up, sweet decadence
I can’t say no to you
And I’ve completely lost myself
And I don’t mind
I can’t say no to you
Shouldn’t let you conquer me completely
Now I can’t let go of this dream
Can’t believe that I feel…..(Chorus)

Listen to the whole thing here [http://youtu.be/Kw2Ic_2XdVQ

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Moving this week. Official move in date is the 1st, bedroom furniture arrives the 3rd. 

I probably won't be available for in person meet ups before that.

(Horny)

(Frustrated)

(Dusty)

Moving sucks :(

But my new apartment rocks!

So I guess that balances the scales a little.

Moving is hard. Think I will go smoke a blunt....

Everyone always gives their stats (age/sex/location, etc) or says they are laid back, fun, down to earth, or (insert adjective you think makes you look good here).

This tells me nothing. It's not like people would say "I'm an uptight pain in the ass and you will want to drill your ears out after talking to me for 5 minutes" even if it's true.?It's not like only one kind of person is a single 29 year old man in New York.

So as a way of describing yourself, how about laying out a situation and letting the actions you took describe you- tell me a story. Or do it quick and dirty- "when x happens, I do y." Try thinking of it like this: if you died, what would your friends say about you at your funeral? What stories would they tell? At the very least, choose some new and interesting adjectives.

Either way, it sounds a lot more believable and accurate than "laid back".?As for the stats, leave them in your profile. That's why those fields are mandatory when you set one up....

"You wouldn't know it to look at me but..."

Really? You mean that label tattooed on your forehead isn't accurate? You don't say...

Slut Rising: Part 1 - Anticipation

This story is based on my memory. The names have been left out and some very minor details changed to protect the guilty. I hope you enjoy it.

I love it when you are just a little drunk.

You lose some of your public inhibitions, and the slut I know you are underneath comes peeking out.

We sit in a cab on the way back to the hotel. You have let your legs fall open: eyes glittering at me from beneath lowered lashes as my hand moves beneath a dress so short your pussy nearly exposed. I love how smooth it is and the way your cum drips down your thigh with no panties in the way. I can see the cab driver sneaking glances in the rear view, drawn by the little sounds you make as a tease you. I can feel you getting wetter the more he watches.

"Slut," I whisper in your ear "shall I invite him up? Show him what a dirty whore you really are?"
Blushing, you shake your head no at me.
"No? Such a shy slut. Lucky for you I want your holes to myself....for tonight at least" >:)

Finally we pull up in front of the hotel. The cab driver is so distracted by the scent of your pussy dripping cum all over the back seat that he nearly forgets to charge us. I throw some money at him, laughing, and pull you inside.

It's almost 3am and the lobby is deserted. As we wait for the elevator I stand behind you, twisting the nipples of your large breasts until I see tears form in your eyes. I usually prefer my sluts with smaller busts, but yours are so big it's fun to tease you about them: they are so sensitive, it's easy to manipulate you by just the smallest touch.

The elevator dings its arrival and we move inside. I hit the button for the 18th floor, and we shoot up smoothly and quickly. I am eager to get away from the elevator's security cameras and onto our floor: it's nearly empty and our room is soundproof besides. The whole reason we chose this hotel in the first place.

The doors part and we step out. You start to walk down the hall to our room.
"Wait" I command.
You freeze, just outside the elevator.
"Strip. There is no need for you to have clothes on now."
Voice shaking, you try and protest, embarrassed. I reach out and wind my fingers through your hair, pulling it back hard, until your neck is arched, exposed. I bring my lips down to your ear, my voice hardly more than a growl
"I didn't say you had a choice, slut"
Whimpering, you bring your hand up and begin pulling your zipper down. I can feel you shake against me as the dress parts, goosebumps forming on your exposed skin.
"Bra and shoes too" I smile.

I walk you to the big plate glass window in the middle of our floor. You can see your reflection superimposed over the lights of the city below. Still holding you by the hair, I force you to look.
"Look at yourself- cum wet on your thighs, nipples hard, chest heaving- you like this don't you? You like being a filthy little slut."
I press you against the glass, compressing your breasts against the cold, hard surface.
"What do you think people would think if they looked up and saw you right now?"
I feel your skin flush hot.
"Being on display turns you on hmmm? Well perhaps we will give the world a show tonight."

"Get on your knees & open your mouth" you obey, looking slightly puzzled.
As you jaw drops open I place the straps of your shoes between your teeth.
"Now crawl to the room like the bitch in heat you are"
I stroll along behind you, enjoying the view. Taking my time about open the door, your nervous panting making me smile because I know this is just a small taste of what I have in store for you tonight.

The door opens.

Now the real fun can begin.

I have a big humiliation fetish when it comes to women. There is nothing I appreciate more than a woman who wants to be treated like a slut and used for the pleasure of others. 

I especially love women who want to give over complete control. I love fucking them, watching them get fucked, telling them what a filthy whore they are, teasing them until they beg for release, denying and forcing orgasms, and oh so much more. 

When it comes to women I have a dirty and sadistic mind. Their torment is my delight. 

Not so much with men though....I prefer it when men trump me in the dirty and sadistic mind department.

Ah, the joys of being a switch. 

I bought my very first vampire glove yesterday - it is of the furry variety :)

I can't wait to have someone use it on me.

I already want more.....