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Ask. I may tell. Or not.
Don't try my patience, I don't have any.
Attention whores, victims, blamestormers, the cheap n cheerfuls, move along please.
Take one part pirate and one part princess and marinade in love overnight. Add a healthy dose of diva and a pinch of sexual adventuress. Throw in equal parts of mercurial temper and mellow moods , capriciousness and prudence, childlike optimism and jaded cynicism and simmer gently. Do not leave unattended whilst cooking.
Best served in corsets and ridiculously high heels, decorated with a sprinkling of shiny things, furs and feathers.
Or a fwuffy leopard dressing gown
Or scruffs to go yomping round the countryside n charidee shops in
Or naked on a beach
I'm not looking for anyone. I'm here to engage in completely pointless discussions and to post pictures of myself. Don't bother asking me for play on my own, unless I'm in a club etc, I am not seeking a personal slave just for me. Deserving as I obviously am.
No one-liners. I'm exceptional, so you don't have to be, but at least be good
I also have the pleasure of running The Local Munch for Local People - a monthly get-together for pervs in the Herts/Norf London/Essex area, memo me for details.
I, dominatrix extraordinaire- have come to destroy the writhing, filthy, pathetic and disgusting male population of this world. No boy screams my name; they all whimper it in spasms of pain over their own inadequacies. pSYCHO bEACH pARTY.
Not actively seeking, but open to the idea.
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