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Accepting applications for a submissive interested in entering into my service.
Prospects will be required to tell me why you are interested and why you feel you are the best candidate. If you are not experienced or just curious about this lifestyle, that is fine; just be prepared to tell me why.
Priority given to applicants who make an effort in their communication with me.
I understand that your participation in this lifestyle is part of your personality. As unique as you are, so are your methods, desires and pleasures derived from being a submissive. I am open to all types of personalities and you will find me to be careful, considerate while possessing a many layered personality. I have a vivid and often times lurid imagination streaked with humor, passion and creativity.
I will repeatedly reaffirm your bond of trust and servitude in ways that will make your heart race and your mind swirl in unending ways.
Let's talk.
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I had dinner on Friday with an old acquaintance. She's back in the area, taking care of her sick father and looked me up. I was shocked to hear from her, and a little disturbed that I am so easy to find. I guess this is the internet age.
Jen is still as petite as ever, and the decade and a quarter since I last saw her has
left hardly a bruise. Maybe some crows feet, but that just adds to the
radiance. We both know the mistakes we've made, and we're not about to rehash them. We also know that there is no going back, so there's no point in even talking what-ifs or possibilities. We're friends.
But I just can't help myself in some ways. All through dinner, as we talked about the changes in our lives and ended relationships, I kept looking at her neck.
"Oh the collars, chains and ropes that I've placed there", I think to myself. Smiling. Her petite wrists used to be chaffed red for days from her writhing. That yellow polypropylene rope is my favorite. It's deceptively uncomfortable and it will loosen just a bit to give the allure of escape, only to magically tighten and dash that silly notion. And I can see that despite the padded bra, her tiny succulent nipples are there and probably aching for the teasing of clothespins and hobby c-clamps. I have none.
Snapping back to reality, I tell my self "that's all water under the bridge" and I hear the tinkling of ice and the glurp of water being poured into my glass. I look up, the waitress is refilling my water glass from just behind my right side. I can smell her perfume, it's that same very young, soft, sort of fruity but oh-so-subtle scent. My mind starts drifting right back before I quickly rope its ankles and in my best Boy Scout methods, knot it and drag it back to reality. I force myself to ignore my sequestered mind's screams to the contrary.
The truth is evident, written on my face. She can tell I wasn't happy in my last relationship and she wants to know why I even bothered.
"You can't mask those parts of your personality", Jen says. "I learned that with my husband and all it did was create more trouble. It was wrong from the start, I thought I could change or hide it, and I couldn't. It wasn't fair to me, it wasn't fair to him".
Her words still resonate inside of me. It's part of your personality.
Indeed. And so it begins.
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| Age: 20 |
| Bucharest,
Romania |
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