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I am a fit, somewhat athletic male looking for an older dominant woman for training, in just about any way she see's fit. I am a professional Massage therapist and I love to work on new people.
To specify a little more on who I am looking for. I am looking for intelligence more than looks. If you can make me squirm just by talking to me you've already gotten much farther than any woman with a porn star's body.
Looks don't hurt but if I can't understand what you're saying or you turn into another of those preppy valley girl princesses I have no problem with politely telling you that our interaction is over.
I have some hard limits, nothing illegal, nothing involving blood or toilet play.
Also please no small penis humiliation. I do not have a small penis and it's annoying when a woman decides that because I like verbal humiliation that it must mean i want to be told my penis is small.
Beyond that I'm open to suggestions.
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Huzzah! Massage school is almost over!
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This is what makes me crave a dominant woman. This feeling is what I want to be able to feel for the rest of my life. (read below)
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A soft touch, a quiet word. Whispers of passion and taunting jibes float from your mouth into my ears. My eyes have been covered, blindfolded. But I can hear every movement, smell every scent, feel with every inch of my skin. Each touch sends an electric thrill through my body making me quake and squirm slightly. These only make you laugh a soft, musical sound that raises both fear and lust within my bound body. I'm torn between screaming in frustration and begging for you to never stop but you have forbidden me to speak so I can only quietly moan. You tease me with light touches, sensual and loving only to rip it from me by digging in your nails and clawing at my skin. I can only bite my lip and whimper to keep from crying out. You have spent hours now, teasing, playing with me. You have kept me so close to the edge that the slightest push could sent me hurtling over into that glorious abyss and yet there you keep me. Holding me there, you remind me time and time again that I shall not have release until you do and that won't be for some time. You love the feelings that arise from my suffering, my pained expression, my pleading eyes all fill you with a rush of power that fuels itself to a mighty blaze. You Love the control and I love giving it to you, caught within our ever spiralling path we validate each other's existance and affirm who we truly are. The night moves on quickly but for us it's as if time has slowed it's steady pace to allow us to feel every last drop of this pure sweet nectar.
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| Age: 25 |
| Chicago,
Illinois |
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