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Basic Facts:

I am a 41 year old slave. I have auburn hair and blue eyes which sometimes look green ( depending on my mood and what I wear). I am intelligent, spirited and passionate. I am loyal and affectionate. I like to touch and be touched. I live in the Pacific Northwest. It's a beautiful area, on the Puget Sound, and near the mountains. I am not skinny or heavy. I am athletic and like to keep active and learn and try new things. Some of my interests include: Hiking, backpacking, sailing, riding horses, camping, reading, gardening, dancing, skiing, Irish history, Irish Politics, the Irish language ( Gaeilge), poetry, music, swimming, hockey Vancouver Canucks, Edmonton Oilers, Football ( that's soccer to some of you ) Glasgow Celtic and Manchester United, spending time with good friends. I would like to learn mountain climbing and ocean kayaking, and learn to paint.
I am active in the local bdsm community.

I am seeking a self confident,firm and loving Master with a good heart and a playful spirit. I am seeking a long term (monogamous)relationship with someone who shares my intrests M/s and otherwise. I appreciate intelligent converstation and a sense of humour. I would like someone that compliments me and I him. I would like someone who encourages me in a positive way to always do my best, excel and try new things. I do enjoy bondage and S&M. The M/s aspect is most important to me.. I believe a relationship should be based on trust and respect. I am a passionate, [I]sensual[/I], highly spirited woman. I need someone who appreciates that and can channel that in a positive way and not try and squelch that side of me.

"Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail." "The hottest places in Hell are reserved for those who, in time of moral crisis, maintain their neutrality."

Poems

Love and Sleep

Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837-1909)

Lying asleep between the strokes of night
I saw my love lean over my sad bed,
Pale as the duskiest lily's leaf or head,
Smooth-skinned and dark, with bare throat made to bite,
Too wan for blushing and too warm for white,
But perfect-coloured without white or red.
And her lips opened amorously, and said--
I wist not what, saving one word--Delight.
And all her face was honey to my mouth,
And all her body pasture to mine eyes;
The long lithe arms and hotter hands than fire,
The quivering flanks, hair smelling of the south,
The bright light feet, the splendid supple thighs
And glittering eyelids of my soul's desire.

"I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don't mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don't mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling all that I am capable of doing but I am going to be pursued, fu*ked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding."
-- Anais Nin

It takes courage to push yourself to places that you have never been before... to test your limits... to break through barriers. And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. ~Anais Nin

Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font
The fire-fly wakens: waken thou with me.
Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.
Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open unto me.
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake:
So fold thyself, my dearest, though, and slip into my bosom and be lost in me.
--Lord Alfred Tennyson

I WOULD that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!
We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee;
And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky,
Has awakened in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.

A weariness comes from those dreamers, dew-dabbled, the lily and rose;
Ah, dream not of them, my beloved, the flame of the meteor that goes,
Or the flame of the blue star that lingers hung low in the fall of the dew:
For I would we were changed to white birds on the wandering foam: I and you!

I am haunted by numberless islands, and many a Danaan shore,
Where Time would surely forget us, and Sorrow come near us no more;
Soon far from the rose and the lily, and fret of the flames would we be,
Were we only white birds, my beloved, buoyed out on the foam of the sea!
--W.B. Yeats

Empty your heart of its mortal dream.
The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,
Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam,
Our arms are waving, our lips are apart;
And if any gaze on our rushing band,
We come between him and the hope of his heart. The host is rushing 'twixt night and day,
And where is there hope or deed as fair?
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling Away, come away.
--W. B. Yeats