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A Brief Summary...

Submissive by nature.
Geek by choice.
Whovian by the grace of Time Lords. I Took this BDSM test and these were my results... 100% .... Submissive
86% ...... Masochist
79% ...... Experimental
64% ...... Bondage
46% ...... Sadist
43% ...... Switch
39% ...... Degradation
39% ...... Exhibitionist / Voyeur
21% ...... Dominant
14% ...... Vanilla That's actually pretty accurate, I think. Or at least... it's how I see myself.

I'm Vanilla First

Fact: I'm not interested in telling you what I'm into so you can get off on it or something. Let's be mature. Deal? To be honest, I've become more and more open about my lifestyle thanks to my occupation (I work at an Adult Novelty Shop). But that said, I'm really not looking to list what I'm into to you in messages or describe things I like to you. I'm pervy... but not that kind of pervy. Huge geek. Like... major. I've got 99 problems and Steven Moffat is all of them. We're talking Doctor Who to Dr. Horrible kind of geekage. Secret of Mana to Zelda. Star Trek to Star Wars. Old School Nintendo to Nintendo Wii. Harry Potter to Hunger Games. Big Bang Theory to pfft who are we kidding? There's no other show out there which accurately portrays geekery at its finest. Getting the picture? Geeks represent.

Non-Vanilla Stuff

I came into the world of submission like a lot of people do - through the bedroom doors. That said, it’s not merely a bedroom act for me. My personality is deeply submissive in nature and it’s in a lot of what I say, do and act on.
  • Walking and following at the side/behind others when going places.
  • Asking permission to do certain things - particularly non-sexual things.
  • Checking in and letting someone know I arrived safely or that I’m leaving a location.
  • Seeking the opinion or guidance of someone I trust.
I’m perfectly capable of functioning as an adult, but I seem to do a lot better with guidance, support and some sort of reward system. I flourish best with a Daddy Dom type who enjoys the more sensual aspects of Dominance including caring for the well-being of His submissive and guiding her to her better self. I need to be held accountable to someone other than myself. As much as I hate letting myself down... I hate letting you down 100 fold. I do not consider myself a “Little” although I do have some tendencies. It’s just not a large (or even a small) part of my personality. I can be a little bratty at times. It’s me testing someone... seeing where my boundaries are. I need boundaries. I need rules. I need rewards. I need punishment. I consider anything related to BDSM to be an intimate act - whether it is or isn’t sexual in nature. Hence, you’ll never see me play with just anyone with the exception of the occasional silly play with some female friends. I’m not looking for a play partner or anything similar. I consider this type of relationship to be one based on a lot of trust and respect - more so than any vanilla relationship.

Mmm Sleep

I have Narcolepsy and therefor I sometimes fall asleep in public if I'm sitting and comfortable. This includes noisy, loud venues.

I Have a Job

I'm a Sales Associate at an adult toy store in the Charleston area. That's right. I sell butt lube... for a living. I'm awesome. In my free time (what little I have), I'm a Graphic Artist / Web Designer / Branding Specialist.
4/8/2012 12:33:49 AM

I had my first legitimate clubbing experience Friday night. I've been in clubs before, but that was prior to being of age and unattached... I never really got the full experience.

A friend of mine asked me to go and I was pretty desperate to get out of the house. She's a relatively new friend and I like her so I figured I probably wouldn't be too miserable - and her husband was the DJ so if nothing else, I could hover around that area of the room if need be. I said yes, not realizing exactly what I was getting myself into.

My friend and her husband picked me up around 8pm and we went back to their place so they could both shower and get ready. We "pre-gamed" with a drink of... Hell, I don't even know what it was. It was some cold, blended concoction that looked a hideous teal-brown color and reeked of alcohol. Oddly enough, it tasted pretty good and I drank the majority of it before we left to go to the club around 9:15.

I helped carry the equipment in and watched curiously as they set things up. This place wasn't what I expected. It was fairly small and it seemed as if tables and chairs had been cleared out of a space specifically for the event - as in, this scene wasn't its regular business. Before I was able to finish my surveying, my friend was bringing me to the bathroom with her, drinks in hand - Sprites she'd ordered that she spiked with alcohol in between us taking ridiculous MySpace-esque pictures in the mirror with her iPhone.

I already felt ridiculous by this point.

By the time we made our way out, things were set up and her husband soon started playing songs. He was pretty good and I internally applauded myself for knowing most of the lyrics to all of the songs. At least I wasn't that far out of touch with my age group, right?

A large collection of overly attractive, skinny women in obscenely tight, black dresses arrived. Some sort of party. This made me uncomfortable. I should really give myself more credit. I looked cute. But that's just it... I looked *cute* and these women looked *hot*. I started sipping my drink out of nervousness and at one point, I finally had enough liquid courage to dance with my friend.

Big mistake. I think I danced all of a minute when I thought I was going to vomit. Lovely. I went and sat down, my head feeling woozy and my tummy doing flips. I wasn't even drunk... but I was definitely sick and had too much of... what the hell was that anyways!?

I spent the rest of the night sitting in a chair next to the DJ booth, slipping in and out of consciousness. I'm accustomed to being able to sleep in public places as I did since I have narcolepsy, but I never imagined I could sleep in a place so loud and full of people. The times I was awake, I spent texting other friends about how generally miserable I was.

Clubs are like a fucked up Prom. It all starts with a few silly girls dancing, laughing and acting ridiculous. A few more women join in while the few guys present line the walls and watch - enjoying the scenery, but mostly unsure of how to approach. It's like watching a few lions stalk a large gathering of gazelle in a sense. Then there's always that one, brave guy who jumps in to dance with the girls who all fawn over him. It's not long before the other men realized they are missing out and that this one guy is hogging all the ladies. The other guys make their way into the crowd and they each find a woman to grind on.

A man came up to me and asked me to dance. I tried politely turning him down but he sort of just kept asking until my friend stepped in and danced with him instead. That didn't stop him from returning to me after the fact to ask again. By then, I was feeling better and figured it was nice to have been asked at all. So what the hell? - I'd come this far and I may as well manage to have a little fun.

He seemed bored. This made me bored. I felt disgusting dancing with this guy, having him grab my ass like I was some piece of meat... and knowing he was scanning the room, looking for a girl to take with him when he left. Honestly, I don't think I'd have been quite as miserable if I'd gone there with someone... and knew they were there to enjoy time with me.

The highlight of my evening was the Ultimate Skillet at Denny's and the overly nice (and kind of adorable) waiter. We went out to grab a bite to eat after the set concluded and we'd packed it up. I got home at about 3:45 in the morning. I don't remember the last time I was out at such an obscene hour... when I was 19 maybe?

Conclusion: I am too old for this shit.

9/10/2011 10:15:55 AM

I realize not everyone is the same and not everyone is going to fall into the category of what I'm about to talk about, so please keep that in mind when you read this.

I seem to have a different take on D/s than most. Almost all of the submissive or switch men who contact me seem to be looking to immediately serve me and most of them are looking for a D/s relationship that involves bondage, humiliation or some form of pain. I understand that D/s is put a part of the spectrum of the BDSM lifestyle and that it typically is wrapped up in a neat package all together, but it's not quite what I'm after.

I'm looking for a submissive - preferably a switch. I admittedly don't have a lot of experience yet in being a Dominate or a "Domme", but I can't help but feel as if even a submissive should be treated the way I know I would want to be treated if / when the roles are reversed. Being a submissive doesn't make you some mindless fuck-toy, or at least it shouldn't. That's not what submission is about. It's about being your own person with your own desires, likes, dislikes, preferences, personality, life... and desiring to bend it to the will of another person. That's why so many talk of "training". You aren't just a submissive to someone because you say you are. It takes time to learn... to learn how and when to please your Dominant and more importantly it's time to learn to WANT to please them.

Respect is a two way street. You can't just walk around calling yourself a Dom/me and demand respect. That's not how it works. Being a Dom/me doesn't make you any more better than others than being a submissive makes you less. It's a partnership and it requires both parties to have a certain level of trust and respect in one another in order for it to work. That's why I believe that D/s relationships need to be strongly based on a Vanilla relationship. Oh yes... I said Vanilla!

How can you serve someone if you don't even like them? Okay... more importantly, how can you serve them well? If you legitimately aren't romantically interested in someone, it's really hard to want to please them. 

My biggest pet peeve is getting messages where a guy refers to me as "Miss" or "Ma'am". For starters, I'm not your Mistress. Don't address me as such. That's an EARNED role. The same guys doing that are the same ones who claim they are "begging on their hands and knees to talk to a beautiful woman like me". Seriously? Man up and stop being so pathetic. Ask politely if we can chat. Act like a normal fucking human being.

Your job is to talk to me and for me to talk to you in order to establish some sort of chemistry that would lead us to believe we're interested in getting to know one another further. From there, we'd talk more, maybe meet in person and see if we can even stand to be in the same room clothed first before we even think about trying it naked. If that all sounds like it would take too long or is too much work, then you wouldn't last as my submissive anyways.

I'm not a brutal Domme. I'm not interested in humiliating you or harming you - certainly not in any way that would affect your personal life outside of the house. Because oh yes... I expect to have one. We're not going to the local Applebees in bondage gear because no one stands in the way of me having a nice, normal dinner out. There's too many opportunities for Vanilla fun to ignore that we're all just normal people with a collection of fetishes - ones that should be reserved for their time and place.

...getting to know me so that we can stand to look at each other over a steak and a glass of wine isn't the time and place for it.

 

APPLE1977
 
 Age: 27
 VERISAGNA, Russia