Barbahella

28 year old pale and interesting eccentric seeking to leave her comfort zone... whether you like to kneel, or like the idea of this feminist bitch kneeling, read on... Oh, and if you are seriously excited by the thought of abusing a woman just because she is a feminist, I changed my mind, navigate away from the page.

I am abnormal. Now, lots of people bandy around that phrase like it is going out of fashion... usually the ones who also want to tell you that they are really crazy, man. But really, I am abnormal. In an oh-so-endearing, and/or interesting way.

I have spent almost my entire life thinking submissive thoughts, and dreaming of that very bad, yet exquistely beautiful man who will be cruel to me, with his softly spoken voice, full of gentle menace. There is nothing more delightful than having vicious nothings whispered in one's ear... And at this point, I should say that in my day to day dealings, I am not the shy, retiring type. I am outspoken, and rather noticeable.

Of course, things have all somewhat changed now, thanks (or not...) to a certain individual who is pretty much bad for me... I think. Suffice to say, it transpires that I actually enjoy (and now, actually want), to be cruel to boys. Especially the pretty ones. Especially if they will cry for me. Who would have thought? I am not sure if the switchy thing puts some people off. I am told it does, but have decided to take the plunge and refurbish my profile appropriately.

As a submissive, rather than lay exactly what I want/need/feel out etc, I have always found that it becomes fairly obvious to whomever I play with. For such an assertive, sarcastic, clever (if I do say so myself) lady, I can be so desperately accommodating for the right man. And yet there are so few right men. My head is a very difficult place to get inside.

And to any boy who wants to kneel at my feet, if you wish to be made to feel worthless, then I am not the woman for you. I won't tower over you and bark orders. I don't wish to continually impress my superiority on you, I want you to come willingly, I want you to give yourself to me. In a sense, I want you to be the kind of sub that I am. Anybody that I choose to play with is an object of desire to me. I want them to suffer for me, cry for me, beg for me, and adore me... I want to see a look of utter devotion in your eyes. When we are not playing, I do not want your subservience. I want challenge, banter, stimulating conversation, and someone who will cook for me.

Actually, if you are dominating me, I still want witty banter and for you to cook for me...

And please, oh please, be clever.