I proudly call myself submissive. To deny it would be to deny myself of my purpose, of my truth. At 26, I have lived within and outside of the lifestyle and while, at times, I have run quite briskly in the other direction, I still find myself returning. Sometimes head bowed, ashamed that I could not bear to live "normally," and now... steadfast with the knowledge that living such a life is an absolute.

I do not wish to hold the reins anymore; they are foreign in my hands, misplaced. I can never become adjusted to their weight, to their touch; they are not mine to hold. I want to relinquish control, to gain my freedom again by being under the command of another. I yearn to submit, to surrender myself wholeheartedly to my Dominant. Wielding his power over me unabashedly, fearless and unrepentant. I may not be perfection, but let me be like putty in your hands... malleable, giving way to your firm grasp. My utmost desire is to exceed your expectations, take you by surprise. Only then will you know that I am truly here to serve you. My pleasure hinges on being in your graces and there I long to remain.

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I am attracted, aroused... by dominance. From his stature to a tight grip of fingers around my neck or perhaps the sinking of teeth into my bare flesh... I love it all. I always frowned at the idea of a sadist, but as of late, such an idea excites me. I have been such a good girl for so long that I have developed a most recent attraction to the idea of punishment and embarrassment. Incessant fantasies play about in my mind. Being yanked by my wrist into a bathroom for not following directions, pushed over the counter, panties ripped off and stuffed in my mouth, bare-bottomed spanked with a threat to even attempt to let out a peep. Or being slapped in the face for showing disrespect, pushed against a wall, taken only for his pleasure... a palm covering my mouth as tears roll down my face. A fixation on being overtaken and being made to maintain composure. I remain intrigued by the rough, the harshness, the demand of punishment. I am aroused by the mental elements, the control, the penalty, the abrasiveness. I gain pleasure from his and I thoroughly enjoy the wait... him causing me to squirm. The tease, the threats, the slaps... the tears... the sudden realization that I just fucked up. Those are my daydreams. The rough, the gritty, the misplaced taboo. I would describe myself as an intellectual, constantly wrapped in my thoughts. I desire one who can stimulate me, who can demand my best.

Physically, I stand fairly tall, boasting a voluptuous figure and a bountiful bosom. I am witty and humorous, appreciative of good banter and debate, also a lover of the arts, especially music. Not now nor ever will I desire to be locked away or treated like an animal, as those things are most assuredly not for me. And while I do not disrespect the choices of others, in me, one finds grace, intelligence, sensitivity...and without mental stimulation, I cannot survive. I know what I want, and that requires the best kind of man. Too often, I see men who take power and I do not contend with it, but one truth I have discovered is that power is only ever truly possessed when freely given.

As James Blake plays softly in my ears, he sings "why don't you call me what we both know I am... what I am, what I am, what I am..."

For the right one, I am completely and utterly yours.

*I felt the need to add this note, please read on:

On a human aspect, I believe in respect. I am a person, first and foremost, so if you understand and respect that, you understand that everyone should approach me as such, as I would them. No matter what title you may proclaim, I. don't. know. you. You could be like one of the many "Doms" that assume a title and know nothing of what it actually means. I long to surrender myself completely to another, but that act is dedicated to a single individual. I don't just call any man "Sir." I laugh at messages that demand such things of me because you could be anyone off the street. The internet is filled with wonderfully sketchy individuals that hide behind a screen. To whomever I do submit, they should understand that it is not done arbitrarily, and is done with much consideration. They shouldn't want me to call just anyone "Sir," or any other title. Until you distinguish yourself as such, please use your first name as if I met you in person. In my work life, I am assertive, opinionated, ambitious... and while I loathe arguing and conflict, I don't take kindly to disrespect. I am owed that and if you cannot see that, please do yourself and I a favor and simply move past my profile. I say this in the kindest manner.