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56 yr. old female set in my ways- Conservative/Republican and not about to change - seeking the same. I do NOT have a President or Government to represent me until the next election years. Intelligent conversation a must! All the nasty left wing email I am getting just enforces my decision that I am right.. LOL Not that I had any doubts!
Dominant and STRAIGHT - tired of all the typical lines, lies, games and BS! If you have not read my entire profile please do not waste my time.
Seeking a conservative male over 50 with intelligence, respect, knowledge of lifestyle including the need to build trust and respect. SSC respectful of limits and able to discuss any questions that may arise.. Someone willing to be a personal servant and houseboy, secretary in my home or act as escort in public, a gentleman.
Someone who also believes that in lifestlyle it is not necessary to throw out going out to dinners, movies, walks on a beach or romance.
I love books, movies, music history, walking on a beach, or sitting in a hot tub under the stars listening to the surf. I enjoy cooking and I collect recipes. Sometimes I sit down and write stories or poems to relax. Snuggling on winter evenings watching tv or a movie, playing games like Trivial Pursuit, Scrabble, or even jigsaw puzzles.
This may seem a bit to simplistic, but to me having one serve me is not how many beatings they want, or how many of my toys I can use on them. Its more basic I look for someone who wishes to use their mind and heart to serve me well, keep me happy, and comes to instinctively know my needs.
Please no one into bi, gay, poly, children or animals, liars, cheats, abusers.
NO water sports, blood sports, scat, queening, or toilet, humiliation.
If you are looking for a differant dom for each day of the week, a drunk, or plan to bring drugs into my home - please keep looking elsewhere.
From recent mail and IM's I have found it necessary to state the obvious - THERE IS MORE TO LIFESTYLE THAN SEX, ABUSE, OR WHAT THE SUB WANTS! If those are your only interests please don't bother to contact me. I am NOT looking for a sexual partner, someone to beat on or listening to fussing about what you want!
In U.S./Canada ONLY!
AND NO CYBER or CAM! NO NOT EVEN ONLINE TRAINING!
Topping from the bottom, arrogance or being obnoxious won't gain points with me either.
And NO I do not like cams, or people IMing asking to jerk off for me... sheesh like I needed to clear that up after my previous comments!
I rarely alter my profile because it does reflect who I am - but today I am making an addition. NO I do NOT like "YAHOO" there is never anyone there to talk to and my copy of Yahoo Messenger has never worked properly. This should put an end to explaining this repeatedly - at least with those who actually READ profiles!
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Online there has been a discussion on serving. These are my thoughts on that subject.
"SANTA PRINTS"
This may seem a bit to simplistic, but to me having one serve me is not how many beatings they want, or how many of my toys I can use on them. Its more basic I look for someone who wishes to use their mind and heart to serve me well, keep me happy, and comes to instinctively know my needs.
Long ago there was a sub who loved to simply listen to the Master speak and file away the small details in memory. Once the Master spoke of a childhood memory. There were 5 children and not always a lot of money around christmas, but there was family tradition. Each Christmas Eve the father would send the children to bed, he would take his work boots and place them in fireplace ash. Then slip the boots on and make "Santa Prints" from the fireplace to the tree and back. When the children would awaken Christmas morning the first thing they saw was Santa's Footprints to show he had been there no matter how much was there for the children. The slave was touched that the Master had spoken from his heart and that the story was part of him that he had shared. When the slave moved to the Master just before Christmas the sub remembered. The slave traced the Masters boots onto a piece of newspaper and slipped it into a pocket. Then went shopping, one of the first things bought was a sheet of black posterboard. The slave carefully laid out the pattern and cut out footprints. Christmas Morning when Master arrived there were "Santa Prints" for him to bring back his favorite childhood memory. His eyes teared and he thanked the slave for remembering what was special to him and thinking enough of him to use her heart and mind to give him that precious gift.
It may sound silly that a sheet of posterboard can make a differance. The connection between the Master and slave to me comes from mind and heart is something very special. One day I would choose a sub with mind and heart over one that constantly needs attention. |
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Dedicated to my
Conservative Friends!
Charlie, please forgive if I take a little poetic license and personalize a bit!
Simple Woman
Charlie Daniels Band
I ain't nothin' but a simple woman
They call me a redneck I reckon that I am
But there's things going on
That make me mad down to the core.
I have to work like a dog to make ends meet
There's crooked politicians and crime in the street
And I'm madder'n hell and I ain't gonna take it no more.
We tell our kids to just say no
Then some panty waist judge lets a drug dealer go
Slaps him on the wrist and then he turns him back out on the town.
Now if I had my way with people sellin' dope
I'd take a big tall tree and a short piece of rope
I'd hang 'em up high and let 'em swing 'til the sun goes down
Well, you know what's wrong with the world today
People done gone and put their MORALS away
They're living by the law of the jungle not the law of the land
The good book says it so I know it's the truth
An eye for and eye and a tooth for a tooth
You better watch where you go and remember where you been
That's the way I see it I'm a Simple Woman.
Now I'm the kinda woman that'd not harm a mouse
But if I catch somebody breakin in my house
I've got twelve guage shotgun waiting on the other side
So don't go pushing me against my will
I don't want to have to fight you but I dern sure will
So if you don't want trouble then you'd better just pass me on by
As far as I'm concerned there ain't no excuse
For the raping and the killing and the child abuse
And I've got a way to put an end to all that mess
Just take them rascals out in the swamp
Put 'em on their knees and tie 'em to a stump
Let the rattlers and the bugs and the alligators do the rest
You know what's wrong with the world today
People done gone and put their MORALS away
They're living by the law of the jungle not the law of the land
The Good Book says it so I know it's the truth
An eye for and eye and a tooth for a tooth
You better watch where you go and remember where you been
That's the way I see it I'm a Simple Woman |
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Funny of the week...
A so called 'slave' emailed me asking if I would give him an assignment.
So I told him to go read my full profile...
He replied NO, Thanks!
Gotta love 'online submission'
ROFL |
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Perhaps if I clairify what I do value in a submissive or slave that may help. As I told the story of Santa Prints earlier this will also define what I see as a value in those I interact with. I value those who can use their mind and heart to serve, someone who can hold their head up and proudly serve me.
Tributes are nice, but what good are they if a puppy has drooled all over it and chewed it up or worse..... HMM? |
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TJ a 24 yr old from Arkansas claims to be submissive approached me begging to be used.
This morning he sends me this in email
"Look I thought about it and I don't need another fat bitch mistress. Sorry I'm just looking for someone who is hot and willing to fuck and take care of me like I like. "
What is wrong with thise kids online who never meet someone, never speak to someone but send trash like this to people online? And what do they think submission means?
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Does anyone read full profiles anymore? |
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Online there has been a discussion on serving. These are my thoughts on that subject.
This may seem a bit to simplistic, but to me having one serve me is not how many beatings they want, or how many of my toys I can use on them. Its more basic I look for someone who wishes to use their mind and heart to serve me well, keep me happy, and comes to instinctively know my needs.
Long ago there was a sub who loved to simply listen to the Master speak and file away the small details in memory. Once the Master spoke of a childhood memory. There were 5 children and not always a lot of money around christmas, but there was family tradition. Each Christmas Eve the father would send the children to bed, he would take his work boots and place them in fireplace ash. Then slip the boots on and make "Santa Prints" from the fireplace to the tree and back. When the children would awaken Christmas morning the first thing they saw was Santa's Footprints to show he had been there no matter how much was there for the children. The slave was touched that the Master had spoken from his heart and that the story was part of him that he had shared. When the slave moved to the Master just before Christmas the sub remembered. The slave traced the Masters boots onto a piece of newspaper and slipped it into a pocket. Then went shopping, one of the first things bought was a sheet of black posterboard. The slave carefully laid out the pattern and cut out footprints. Christmas Morning when Master arrived there were "Santa Prints" for him to bring back his favorite childhood memory. His eyes teared and he thanked the slave for remembering what was special to him and thinking enough of him to use her heart and mind to give him that precious gift.
It may sound silly that a sheet of posterboard can make a differance. The connection between the Master and slave to me comes from mind and heart is something very special. One day I would choose a sub with mind and heart over one that constantly needs attention. |
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Why is it that after a few months some male subs decide to push and become SAMS, when any self respecting Dominant Female will back off, will not lose control and not beat the sub silly..even when it is deserved ? |
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Any man who is under 30 and is not a Liberal has no heart; and any man who is over 30 and not a Conservative has no brains. - Winston Churchill (1874-1965) |
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Sometimes things like long hot summers become so boring that you have to much time on your hands to think of old lines learned so many years ago like:
Noel Cowards line: "MAD DOGS AND ENGLISHMEN GO OUT IN THE MID DAY SUN."
or
Lewis Carrolls: "The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
or
Gillespie Magee: "Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings"
Or is it perchance a way to remind myself of illusions that others have, like when recently a stiff Englishman told me how uneducated "YOU YANKS" are... as he put it.. LOL apparently he was the one that should take that stiff upper lip and JUST BLOW! How ironic that he poses as a submissive male online, but he has no clue as how to respect others from other nations, so that he only shows his own shortcomings. FRANKLY my dear, I don't give a Damn.. and THAT line comes from Margaret Mitchell's epic "Gone With The Wind"
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For those of you who do not bother to read profiles:
I am Dominant
Female
Straight and
Seeking a male |
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Don't you just hate when you talk to a sub, finally set a time to meet, you check email, there has been no note left for you.. so you go and sit and wait but they never show up.. when you get home you check mail and they have closed their account. How typical of a cyber wannabe submissive! |
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Isn't it just a bit odd that some people choose to judge others, on who they are and how they live their life - without even meeting or speaking; just by a few words or tags used online? But yet, they expect you to believe in them! |
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Once Existed a Heart
Once existed a heart so young, so full of joy.So much time, so many things have made the heart lifes toy.Once there was hope, to someday fill the heart with love and happiness.So much time, has broken the heart with memories, pain and emptiness.Once time has passed, the heart only knows of hunger and fears.So much has happened, will it ever recover, will it even learn of love or of trust, or will it forever dream of what might have been before so many years.
( L.S.D. 08-24-98 ) |
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Frozen in time
It feels like my heart has turned to ice All I feel is painJust what would I sacrifice To be held tightly in your arms once againTo be the love of your lifeLike the day you gave me your wedding ringWhen you made me your wifeOr when to me you would singNow I sit here alone not even a soundI sit here day after day cryingSeeing memories of you all aroundNow I feel my heart dyingI sit looking at your ringwondering how you came to decideto walk away from everythingand break the heart of your loving bride.
( L.S.D. 4/17/05 ) |
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Two Roses
Once 2 roses both beautiful in their own way -One was pure white and only a bud, just waiting to open for that one special one. The other was red and already in bloom, looking for the one that would light up his eyes, and open his heart to laughter and to fun.One day they were paired together joined as one on a beach, they knew their lives had just begun.When they joined each got 3 drops of blood, one given by him, and one from her finger, the other was a drop from each one.He slipped a ring on her finger, and softly kissed her, he was now her only Sir. She devoted to him, until their time has come.Bound by a chain for all eternity they grew as one.There were days of happiness, days of sorrow, days always to be remembered, and dreams of tomorrow.I write this now, because I still love you and am missing you so much I dont know what to do, I hope I am remembered for always loving you.( L.S.D. ) |
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The Storm Tonight I was alone, asleep, and dreaming of what my Master will be like. When suddenly I was awakened by a storm, it seemed to be raging both inside and around me. The storm inside me was my yet unfulfilled needs and desires. Around me is the driving rain, wind, lightning and thunder. As I looked out the window I saw myself and my chosen lifestyle as the storm. I became one with the storm. I watched the heavy rains and was reminded that right now my needs seem to be so overwhelming but they will pass. Just as the touch of a whip soon becomes only a memory. I saw the bubbles coming up from the pavement through the water, as will the happiness and laughter I know is waiting for me to enjoy. The wind has always been where my fears lie in a storm, I have seen the damage they can cause, I know many in our lifestyle including myself have felt the personal damage and pain. I know with love, strength and determination we can recover from our damages. Just as we pick up after a bad storm. The thunder of the storm became the voice, the excitement, the demanding drive to serve, or was it an order given by a true Master with love and commitment but yet strong and demanding, teaching and guiding me. Then it all slowed, like the pace changes in life or in a session. It became softer, calmer followed by a soft gentle rain - the nurturing kind that allows all living things to grow. Was it the caress of a hand or a gentle touch? It reminded me of the soft gentle fulfilled tears of happiness I had once long ago with a Master. Someday I will find one and these tears will return with great joy. I lay back and wonder who he is, how we will meet, where he is tonight, and if he is wondering about me.( L.S.D. 08/4/98 ) |
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| Age: 45 |
| London,
United Kingdom |
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