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goddessam
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Some old slaves I knew earlier keep returning to this website which is great but mostly I observe quite a sad situation Lots of newbies. Most of them are puzzled they whether have short and plain profiles saying nothing personal, whether they are confused and talking to themselves at their profiles and arguing with the women, which found time to reply them(alas, not as they expected). Of course, their mistakes are usually clear to Me and a lot have to be explained but alas, like perhaps lots of Dominant women, I lack time to spend it online teaching newbies without even a reward of a real touch and taste, and without the guarantee that it will ever happen. I believe that every dominant woman dreams to spend(or already spends) a quality time surrounded by devoted slaves of theirs, or to see slaves working for their glory and prosperity rather than teaching wannabes etiquette and discipline. Although its teaching newbies makes sense but only getting an actual control over them, which usually can only be obtained online from well-trained slaves give as opposed to wannabes.
I am looking for a submissive man, who is intelligent, mature, and understand FLR dynamics. No men than cant hold a conversation, illiterates and lowly dogs.
Those that cant afford anything but ready to serve in real, this is possible if you live in My area(Lviv). Just writing Me about how you will serve Me in real living thousand miles away, wont serve Me
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3/31/2018 7:48:45 AM: I am being constantly asked by My candidates why don’t I have a wish-list. Could they just guess the answer, which is so clear. Because if I want something, I buy it Myself, rather than waiting for the favour of someone to pay attention to My wish. The only present you can really gift Me is your submissive heart.
Once again, for those who still didn’t understand and keep bothering Me – I didn’t and don’t provide paid sessions. If you are chosen to serve Me, it’s free. If you are unable to tribute Me financially to show Me your commitment and seriousness, you are welcome show it in a different way. But the offer to make Me a website I don’t consider being a tribute, since it’s not a job for Me, and I don’t need any website. The offer to become My husband is an insult rather than a tribute - those playing jerks are to be blocked asap. To visit Me in real is also not a tribute, since I am not here to meet dozens of travellers, I am training My own slaves to fit My own needs, which might be very different from the needs of other mistresses. My slave will come to visit Me when they are ready for Me, and will be taken at My responsibility, covered and protected by Me. Very long letters are also not contributing, in the opposite, they take My time, which I would rather spend with My slaves. Art tributes are accepted but not if they are just stolen.
Finally, if you are a greedy male slave, which comes here with his thirty coins of silver and hope for a service – there are special web-cam websites, where you can serve the same greedy kind but of the opposite gender and orientation, hopefully. At least, I can’t help you with it: I am not here to serve your ego and satisfy your desires. It’s neither circus, nor the theatre of absurd! Only slaves are welcome.
3/5/2018 3:22:42 AM: The shape of the bay'ah.
3/2/2018 12:41:23 AM: The coal gone to waste, the bruise between improbabilities.
12/24/2017 7:51:07 AM: your ability to tolerate pain isn't what I am curious about but what I am really curious about is for for how long I can cause you pain without breaking you.
12/11/2017 3:09:29 AM:
Rise early, harness thyself to a single bow yoke Heavy is the great oaken bow. Salt sweat, patina. Golden at high noon Our hewn log and master Nothing lasts forever so wear it out. Slavery is a breadcrumb no, i don't think i'll look at the moon Sister chaos Brother chaos They embrace us, daily, all day long, as we struggle, they hold fast. Daydreams and imaginations like angry, jealous love. The tragic, wide eyes .. Faces bent in the static electricity. We grip 'til our knuckles are white. Almost bloodless, now, blue.... Wondrous unfolding Of fate Her strange sinewy arms, cool Her gruesome gnarled fingers Unexpectedly loving Sky cutter Flight patterns cut the sky, Lighthouse operator in white uniform …. Dance with him .... Carpenter, who riddles and toils in ecstasy, Void of form.
---flying worm
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