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Hetero Female Switch, 29,  Ontario, Canada
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I AM AN ALPHA SWITCH. I dont clean, I don't cook. I am who I am. I have a habit of biting when under the influence and have broke skin through shirts on several occassions. I am a cute, cuddly person with an occassional mean streak in which I love causing others pain. I have multiple whips and other such implements however I find that I really enjoy using my studded crop. I also enjoy cutting skin and seeing blood however it is difficult to find willing subjects for such things. I love pvc, corsets and masks as well as footwear and all the accessories that I can find. I can be a bit unusual but I enjoy who I am and how I am. Life is too short to spend it trying to be someone else. I work hard and attend fetish events when I can, typically in public scenes I am a bit of a voyeur and enjoy people watching. Bitting and beating people with a crop in public doesnt faze me but whipping is something I think should only be performed in public by the highly skilled and focused. I would hate to get thrown off by the public around me and end up performing a wrap and harming my partner beyond what was agreed upon. I believe this lifestyle is all about fullfilling all sides of the equation and sometimes that means sacrifices or concessions but regardless it is fun...and ultimately that's what life is all about!!! :)

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 V101010101V

 Female Switch

 Ontario 

 Canada

 5' 3"

 167 lbs

 29

 Hetero

 Caucasian

 09/30/11

 02/26/12

 Lives For:

 Dancing

 Loves:

 Amusement Parks

 Flea Markets

 Camping

 Hiking

 Corsets

 Massage (Getting)

 Card Games

 Christianity

 Street Hockey

 Likes:

 Antique Shows

 Bar Hopping

 Clubbing

 Fine Dining

 Gambling

 Garage Sales

 Museums

 Raves

 Renaissance Faires

 Shopping

 Volunteerism

 Martial Arts

 Walking

 Weightlifting

 Yoga

 Blindfolds

 Body Worship

 Bondage

 Collars

 Eye Contact Restrictions

 Local BDSM Community

 Foot Worship

 Gags

 Gas Masks

 Hair Pulling

 Hoods

 Knife Play

 Leashes

 Masks (On Partner)

 Masks (Wearing)

 Massage (Giving)

 Medical Play

 Needle Play

 Orgasm Denial

 Outdoor Bondage

 Rubber Fetish

 Sensory Deprivation

 Shibari

 Speech Restrictions

 Uniforms

 Wax play

 Whips

 Cartoons

 Historical Shows

 Horror Movies

 Puzzle Games

 Alternative Medicine

 Aromatherapy

 Body Art

 Herbalism

 Karaoke

 Meditation

 Singing

 Tattoos

 Archaeology

 History

 Nutrition

 Occultism

 Paranormal

 Poetry

 Psychology

 Writing

 Female Supremacy

 Goth Lifestyle

 Vampirism

 Alternative Music

 Classical Music

 Eighties Music

 Electronica / EDM

 Funk

 Heavy Metal Music

 Hip Hop Music

 Industrial Music

 Jazz

 New Age Music

 New Wave

 Nineties Music

 Oldies

 Pop Music

 Punk Rock Music

 Rock Music

 Druidism

 Reiki

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 Ice Hockey

 Kick Boxing

 Paintball

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 Snowboarding

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Journal Entries:
1/26/2012 2:03:59 PM

Proud owner of my first human pet: Drez.  I have decided to enter into an exclusive relationship with him and am finding it very rewarding for both parties :)


12/18/2011 4:56:52 PM

Booking rooms tomorrow night.  100% confirmed for Subspace Fetish New Years party in Toronto.  $30 ticket and $100 each to stay in 4-star hotel 2km from venue.  So far I have 7 confirmed.  Debatting whether to get 3 rooms or stick with 2.  Anyone else going and need a place to crash?  You would need to throw in $100 a person...if so I need to know ASAP. 


12/11/2011 8:16:26 PM

So, I'm almost a 100% sure that I will be attending the Subspace Fetish Ball at the Opera House in Toronto.  So far, I will be going alone.  Is there anyone else who will be attending the ball?


12/10/2011 3:06:45 PM

So, turns out my friend forgot to get a babysitter tonight for her kids and because of that now I have no one to go to the Embassy with...anyone feel like going dancing?


12/8/2011 9:06:21 PM

FYI: I am straight for the most part...however I just made out with a girl on the weekend [Dec 4, 2011] and it felt kind of fun and playful.  Never kissed a girl before but it got me thinking.  I wasn't really turned on but it was nice knowing there would be no pressure to have sex.  So...if you're a girl I may be interested in a kissing/cuddling thing with you.  Hard to say, I had a lot to drink to help me through getting over I was straight, but might happen.  What I do know is that I still refuse to share a guy with another women [but I will share a guy with another guy] and I find it appalling to kiss [or be kissed] by a girl for the sake of some man.


12/1/2011 2:47:26 PM

If you are purely dominant in nature then I am likely not what you want relationship-wise.

 

I am a dominant-switch.  Yes, just as Dom and Sub are not black and white in all cases, there are also shades to being a switch.

 

The reason I advertise myself as switch instead of dominant on here is because occassionally I like my sub to "take the reins" and subs who are interested in switches tend to be willing to do such things from time to time whereas subs interested in solely dominants tend to have a much more difficult time in periodic power exchanges. 

 

I enjoy being pinned and tied-down as much as the next "guy" but what differs me from a switch, sub-switch or sub is the frequency and extent to which I will share control [I share only marginally and when I share more than that it is generally more of an illusion of power-shifting rather than an actual shift of power from me to you].

 

...I hope this helps clear up things for the dominants out there.  Naturally, with my current desires of simple vanilla kissing and cuddling if you are a dominant [who doesn't act like one to me] then your bedroom mannerisms have no bearing on us hanging out.  All I ask is that you dont try to push sex onto me, treat me as an equal [or better preferably] and live within a reasonable distance to me [Ancaster, Hamilton, Stoney Creek, Burlington preferably]. 


11/24/2011 6:15:56 PM

FYI: I do respond, provided you write something that I can actually respond to, but sometimes I do not feel like doing much other than flipping through profiles.  So...if you see that I've been on but have not responded, be patient.  It could be the next minute, the next day, or even the next week that you hear back from me. 


11/18/2011 1:24:56 PM

I was watching a favorite porn of mine and it got me thinking, it would be really nice to get into a serious 3 person relationship with a couple of attractive sub/switch bi-males.  I think we'd all be really satisfied...yummy....


11/16/2011 2:01:56 PM

FYI: If you send me a one-line comment chances are that you will not get a response.  If you get a response and give me a one liner back then don't expect to get lucky enough to have another response from me.  You get what you give and if you show no effort then I feel no remorse for not replying.  Furthermore your message should explain what you liked about my profile and why you think I would click with you.  Be it as friends or as something more.  If I can't hold a discussion with you then you do not serve a purpose to me.  There are tons of pretty people that I can look at, but are you one that will actually stimulate my mind and soul?  If so, prove it to me by writing something intelligent! :)


11/15/2011 9:04:49 PM

...a friend wrote me a story on here and although I had trouble completing it, in the midst of trying I wrote this one and thought I would share:...

 

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Nov 15, 2011

11:34pm

 

I order you to put on your hood, it is a fine black mesh that clings tightly to your face. The eyes are reinforced to ensure that you can not see.

 

I have grown tired of your voice and stuff a silk bandana into your mouth. I then pull the hood down the rest of the way and take around your head and over your mouth with duct tape. I ensure that your airway through your nose is open...for now.

 

A choke chain is affixed around your neck with an end secured to the bedpost behind you. It acts like a noose if you move more than a few inches away. I let you know that if you slip down you will be responsible to correct yourself back into semi-sitting position. I assure you that you will know when you must move but that I will not make it easy for you to correct yourself. When I ride, like when I grind, I grind HARD.

 

Slowly I bind your left wrist and then your right wrist separately to the horizontal upper bar of your bedpost. This allows you to grip the bar to help prevent your neck from moving away thus preventing choking. Currently I am straddling you and you can feel the warmth emanating from between my legs already.

 

Next I move to your right side and place a large wedge pillow behind your back, between it and the headrest. This is not for your comfort, but to ensure optimal stimulation for me as I ride.

 

Although you are able to see, you feel rope gliding along your right thigh about 3" above your knee towards your pelvis. It loops underneath and before you realize it your thigh is suspended 4" into the air. Next you feel cold, hard, unrelenting steel wrap around your ankle and hear the familiar clank as it is forcefully clasped and locked into place. Metal chains begin to rattle as they clank together and you hear what sounds like rusty gears as I hoist your left ankle using a pulley a full two feet into the air. The rope around your right thigh is visibly uncomfortable for you, but you know better than to complain.

 

You feel my weight shift with movement as the mattress gives way and then rises as I exit the bed. You are left there in this awkward position, unable to speak or see. Nervously you test out your restraints anxious for what is to come. Your right calf becomes numb and you begin to kick it back and forth to get the circulation to return. You have now discovered yet another thing that you will need to keep in mind when you are not busy to stop yourself from gliding down the wedge pillow and choking yourself. You are exciting by the thought, but doubts of if you will be able to keep track of everything when the time comes.

 

After what seems like an eternity you hear the door creak open as I return. You feel my ice cold fingers move across your inner left thigh sending shock waves through your system. Gingerly I stroke your nether-regions and you hear a "pop" noise of a cap that is being opened. Something cool and slick is dripping down your inside right thick in a rivulet, twisting and turning as it pools in your most private of areas.

 

Exploringly, I stick a finger in you, feeling along your inside while pressing out against your fleshy walls. I feel you tense but can tell your delight by your muffled noises and the way your back arches up that extra bit. I decide to skip two fingers and go right to three. I thrust them in and extend them wide while giving a back and forth wrist rotation. Next I alternate rotation with thrusting while ensuring I pull out completely between thrusts so that I may feel your tightness give way each time.

 

You begin to sink down reveling in the moment, instinctively moving toward my hand only to find yourself gagging. You are choking, you had forgotten about the choke chain like a noose around your neck. Quickly you work on correcting yourself and I take this moment to move my body between and under your legs, supporting them on my shoulders. Before you know what hit you my hands are clasped tightly on your thighs and you can feel the full 6" length of my strap-on thrust deep, savagely inside you. With each thrust I forcefully yank your pelvis towards me with my iron clad grip on your thighs. Desperately you grip the headboard with dear life so that the choke chain does not pull tight and choke you. The headboard is banging like a jackhammer against the wall behind it with each thrust I make. We move as a unit locked in a fierce power struggle, you trying to keep the noose around your neck slack as I aim to bury my strap-on deep enough with each thrust that you swear you can taste it.


11/15/2011 7:26:37 PM

hmmm...my imagination lately does not seem what it used to be...so I thought I'd share this fantasy I had one night when my mind was perhaps a little more twisted then it is now... [the pics are of me after my ex was done putting a bunch of 14G needles through me...lol].  Now I would rather inflict the pain then receive it, but they go nicely with the story I think...

 

Sunday, July 12, 2009 at 7:53pmHere is a fantasy:

I am driving and I see you on the side of the road, your skin gleams with a layer of sweat on your oh so perfect six pack. It is evening time and storm clouds are moving in. I pull over and open my passenger door a crack. You come up to it, you are slightly confused but obviously intrigued. You are thinking: who is this attractive women pulling on the side of the road in her polished black 82 Transam? You open the door wider and lean in to speak over my eight cylinder engine which is purring loudly away.

I make you an offer, come with me and I will give you the most excitement you will ever experience in your life…not a false statement…as excitement comes in many forms…but the wrong impression perhaps. Something about the way I smile, with the slightly upturned curve of my lips at the side of my mouth gives you pause, but the gleam of my snug black pvc outfit is too hard to resist. You climb inside.

I turn up the volume on the stereo to the point where the bass from my subs beat patterns into your back while I drive away. You are anxious yet so very excited. I can feel the tension and watch your fingers as you fidget. I revel in it, you are starting to doubt your decision. I make it very clear that you may opt out at anytime during the drive, but otherwise you are not to speak. I will not tolerate you ruining my perfectly good drive on this beautiful storm-cloud filled evening. Seventeen minutes pass and I am pulling into my driveway.

Everything looks so similar, all the houses the same, you are having trouble picking out any unique landmark to help describe your destination. You ask for one, some number, something for when you need a taxi to get home. I let you know that such measures will not be necessary. My voice comes out in a low seductive purr with that unnerving curl once again on the side of my mouth.

Even from the outside you can see the bundles of rope hanging from the wall on the other side of the front window. I let you know I like to play a little rough and ask you if you are ready to play on the dark side. The way I ask it in my seductively low and chiding voice is impossible to refuse. You play into your role, the little disobedient boy…my face shines with delight. How I will enjoy your screams I think all too quietly to myself…how I will enjoy them to the last croaks I steal from your throat.

I ask you politely to sit on my bed, boxing my head slightly while looking up at you with my eyes. I make it seem like a pout, a beg. You sit down automatically, you can not resist the look I am giving you. You stiffen a little just from the thought of what is to come. I remove my long back trench coat but leave on my fitted pvc dress complete with collar and chained arms. I leave on my thigh high red boots and place a 6 inch heal to the center of your chest, right between your ribs. I use it to push you down on the bed. You cringe slightly as the point digs into you, but you obey.

The chains are already in place, the silver of the links shining so brilliantly against the black satin of the sheets. On the end of those chains are cast iron shackles, open with the keys still in the holes. You remark, almost nervously, that I have done this sort of thing before. You fight back slightly but I assure you as I lock you down into place that I will deliver what I had promised: the most exciting night of your life. Chiding you in my most seductive voice that “that is what you want isn’t it?” Your eyes show fear, but something else, excitement.

I let you know the sheets are black for a reason, that I have a thing for watching cold sharp steel cut red rivers across my partners’ skin. You tense but agree, you have fantasized about this moment, I can see it in your eyes. The cuts begin, tiny at first where only a few drops of blood pour out the wounds in little rivulets that pour and trail down your skin. I move up and down your skin in crisscross patterns. Starting on your sides of your stomach, outside of your things and ending at the inside of your thighs. You are screaming and wincing a little now but every time I ask, in my low purring voice, if you’ve had enough you chide me asking “is that all you’ve got”?

I grin full-wide with delight showing my sharpened teeth. I can’t help but think how delicious this will be. I get a little a head of myself and bury my teeth into your shoulder. The scream you make is ear-piercing, I feel myself grow wet but chide myself…not enough prep yet, you will lose his agreement to be hear if you do that too soon…I think. I must work up the endorphins more, I disengage my teeth slowly from your shoulder, licking the blood off of them with my tongue. Your eyes are wide, you were definitely not ready for that.

I apologize with my eyes while promising delightful things to come. I feel you harden, that was enough to win you back over, what a delightful plaything indeed. I take out the clothespins, so tiny they are at only an inch high. I place them in lines between the bleeding crisscrosses on your inner thighs.

Then I go to the leg chains and I pull them fast and tight, forcing you into a spread eagle. I can tell you feel the stretch by the upturning of your pelvis. So delightful, so very delightful. I unhook my twin D-handle floggers from the wall and grasp them loosely with my curled fingers. With precision I whip off the clothespins from your skin while simultaneously gliding the soft leather over your reddened and bloody inner thighs.

Next I pull out my piercings tongs and 14 gauge needles and start piercing your eyebrows. Purposely I hit the nerve in the center so the blood will pool down into your right eye, onto your face. I have known the joy too, the rush as you start to feel dizzy and the warm blood obstructs your vision…what pleasures. Your eyes are wild but I can tell it is not the pain, but the sight of the blood that excites you. You are slightly disoriented from all the endorphins and blood but the stiffness in your lower regions tell me that you are definitely enjoying the session.

I explain that I always thought it would be neat to see someone’s fingers webbed together and the look you give me through the blood and the needle still lodged in your eyebrow tells me that you are very curious as well. I ask you if you would like to see it, as I thread a 2.5” needle using surgical sterilized thread and explain that it will dissolve. You state that you are mine, that whatever his mistress desires he desires. “When did I become your mistress?” I laugh, my voice ringing with a sound like bells. I can not remember such joy. You hold your right hand and I then pull out the freshly threaded 18 gauge needle and artfully begin sewing your fingers together starting at your pinky. I leave the webs loose but go up to the knuckle. When I am done you spread your fingers on your right hand and joyously announce in a playful voice that you are a fish. I smile, so cute.

You ask me what I will do next, I am caught up in the moment, as you are…we do not realize we are past our limits. I have lost control and your endorphins have brought you beyond control and reasonable sense. I grab out the salt and take a butterfly knife off of the wall. I state that I am going to make your skin into beautiful flowers. I cut seven 4” long semicircular patterns spread out all converging on a single point, your belly button. They covering the full breadth of your stomach from ribs to groin. I then use the knife to gently peel the folds back and sterilized sewing pins to pin down the flaps open. When I am down your stomach looks like a beautiful flower bleeding gently down to mix with the blood on your thighs and pool onto my blanket.

I bring out the camera to take a picture of the ruin I have down of your body…however I consider it a masterpiece. You smile, that sedated kind of smile after a really good release, I am gliding high…I take so many pictures…I had secretly been taping the whole thing through the light shade above the bed on my ceiling for my collection. But I am so proud, so happy with you that I want to share the vision.

You look like you are passing out, so I grab so salt and throw it on your wounds…truth is I wanted to hear you scream one last time…the scream is gut-wrenching and takes my pleasure over the edge. I look down at you and bring the camera to your face while I undo your bindings, but you are not moving. A tear glides slowly down my cheek, you gave me the most exciting night of my life.


11/14/2011 3:20:07 AM

I removed the portions about accepting corsets and other such tasteful gifts today.  I have never had these things bought for me and my wide collection have all been purchased by myself.  Although I think it would be awesome if someone bought me a corset or otherwise I think having it in my profile may give a wrong impression of me, so I have removed it.  I really am quite self-sustaining and worked hard to own everything that I have. 


11/13/2011 12:25:24 AM

I think what really drives me crazy [and not in a good way] is when people claim they like you but make no effort to even try the things you like.  No ropes and tying knots, no sushi, no watching anime, no clubbing, no dressing up.  I mean can they really like you all that much when they take no interest in anything that you do?  Very disappointing.


11/12/2011 12:43:46 PM

More than anything I would like someone to go dancing with who loves dancing as much as I do.


11/8/2011 3:02:02 PM

Hmm...so I was thinking what my ideal partner would look like and this is what I have come up with:

 

He is 6ft 1 and weights 190lbs.  His waist size is 32" and he has a medium tone.  His skin has a soft natural tan to it and he is not resistant to being told to wear black eyeliner.  He enjoys being dressed up as anime characters and will gladly attend a club wearing a collar and some fetish, cyber, punk, goth clothing.  He has no qualms about me picking out his outfit and readily buys what I pick out for him to wear.  He loves animals and stops to feed stray cats.  On sunny days he loves to go kayaking and walking through nature trails with me.  By night he dances, and he loves it.  Not only can he grind but he can also break dance and rave.  He is not a hard drug user nor does he do drugs more than once or twice a week.  He drinks but not to get drunk and is not afraid of new things.  He is extremely loyal but very open to sharing.  He desires for me to have whatever I may desire and does not stand in my way.  If I was with another guy, he would gladly sit and watch [or leave the room if ordered to] and then come back to wash the sheets once we were done.  He picks up after me, cooks and makes me lunches.  He kisses me goodnight, holds me until morning and sends me off with adoration.  If I get too drunk he not only drives me home, but also helps me put on my night clothes.  If I've had a bad day he hooks up his cuffs to the bedposts for me and sets out my whips and paddles, his own personal offering to me.  He has no issue driving me around, and if I choose to go with someone other than him he will chauffeur both of us without letting the smile leave his face.  He is handy and performs repairs on my house and tends to the yard work.  He works and earns equal or more than I do and always puts in his share financially.  Everyday he tells me how grateful he is for me and for the opportunity to spend another day by my side.  He allows me to cut, tattoo, pierce and sew him while he looks up at me with loving, tender eyes.  He watches anime with me for hours and loves to play cards.  He is, of course, only a figment of my imagination...but somewhere I am sure there is someone out there like him...waiting and wanting to find someone like me :)


10/25/2011 1:24:42 PM

After various requests I have had to think seriously about what I want to attain from being on this site.  Upon reflection I have realized that I am not ready to be looking for any sort of relationship or live-in slave/sub.  Ultimately I am not sure if I am even up for playing.  Friendship and connection are what I crave.  Perhaps something may evolve into more down the line but I am not interested in skipping steps.  A strong base must first be established.  I also am not interested in online communication.  If you are not interested in hanging out with me over a pint or otherwise in person then there really isn't any point.


10/24/2011 9:47:29 AM

Why must people post pictures of their genitals on here?  I suppose it is to indulge their exhibitionist instincts?  Sometimes I will look at these pictures thinking there must be something cool going on: piercings, tattoos, some crazy form of bondage/torture.  However for the most part there is nothing special and they have completely wasted my time.


10/23/2011 2:48:15 PM

Feeling quite broken, this break-up is taking a larger toll on me than I could have anticipated.  Today not even thoughts of my kinky urges and tendencies are cheering me up; all I crave right now is love, support and adoration; I suppose this is what most would define as a state of depression...


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