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| Sorta new to this and sorta experienced. Looking for the right woman to rock my, and her, world. My fetishes are peculiar and unique (in my limited experience) but I tend towards someone who can keep up with me intellectually, make me laugh, and who has big boobs! And if you have great legs all the better!!
I enjoy the occasional cross-dressing session and foot worship with a bitch who can put me in my place. I also have a well-equipped playroom where I can tan the hide off of you.
D&D free, discreet professional, financially stable small-business owner, house and car, no drama, grown kids, on good terms with my (out-of-the-country) ex-wife.
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I was thinking earlier today about how I had my first orgasm when I was tied up by my sister. It was embarrassing to say the least but it was also incredible. I didn't know what was happening it just felt good and... gooder until it was like OMG!
We used to take turns tieing each other up usually with shoelaces which were impossible to get out of. She always used tight knots that were impossible to pick loose so she'd have to cut me loose. Our parents must have wondered why we were going through so many shoelaces!
I think the longest she had me tied up was an hour or so. I remember we watched a whole episode of Star Trek (the original with Captain Kirk and Dr. Spock) and then we heard my dad come in so she cut me loose real quick. But the best was the time I used like six shoelaces and she couldn't get loose for almost three hours. And that was the first time we used gags so I wrapped duct tape around her head and she started yelling at me. I think I almost came that time because I remember getting a weird good feeling in my stomach as she tried to get loose.
When I let her loose it took like a half hour to get the tape out of the hair. I thought she would kick my ass but she just said she was pissed and never did anything. We had to cut some of her hair and everything.
Wow so much fun with bondage when I was a kid. I like these meds they're making me remember a lot. |
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Woke up with a monster this morning and was sad that I had no one to share it with. The last woman in my bed was, honestly, someone I paid to be there. And while there's something very straightforward and honest about the "pay for play" model, it also brings with it a severe lack of intimacy that, over the long term, is sad and depressing. They're there to do everything for you, but what about them? There's nothing you can do for them other than give them money. And that's sad.
It's the same way with pro Dommes. Sure they're telling you to do this and do that but in the end you know it's all about money and what does that matter? I'd be happy to pay someone's bills if it meant I got intimacy and connection I crave. But the sad thing is that once the money gets involved it's totally lost.
I'm tired of looking like a big checkbook for everyone. |
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