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iris73j
Hetero Female Submissive, 44, Bristol, United Kingdom 
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iris73j
Hi and welcome to my profile.

I am a sub, fairly new to the lifestyle. I have explored as far as play meets will allow and am looking for an experienced Dom, who wants to explore my kinks as a caring guide, with whom I can develop trust.

I realise that no one can make any promises at this stage, but I am looking for something which can develop into a trusting and long term relationship. If you are not open to this, please dont waste my time.

I am not interested in online only. I will be able to meet you within 3 weeks if you are not able to do this, again, please dont waste my time.

If you are outside an hour or sos drive of Bristol I will be very sceptical of your ability to meet as often as I feel likely to need. I know this makes me sound like a pain in the arse, but I have had my time wasted once too often.

I am 59 in heels I am touching 6 foot. If you are not at least this tall Ds just does not work for me - I like to feel mentally overwhelmed and physically overpowered.

If you are the kind of dom who expects immediate and total obedience I am not for you you get that when I trust you. I will not send naked pics before I have met you but I am willing to share a face pic and a clothed body pic if we chat and get on.



If that hasnt put you off I am warm, humorous and intelligent and very loyal and obedient once I establish trust. I am happy to answer questions and would love to hear from you. Feel free to check out my Fetlife profile - same username.

Oh, please be a non-smoker )


11/11/2017 2:24:41 PM: A lesson I have just emerged, emotionally bruised and exhausted, from three days of chat with a Dom. Three days is the wink of an eye I know, but it was hours and hours of intense chat where I was constantly having to examine my feelings. I don't mind that. In fact, I like self reflection and I like being honest. I like it when I realise that my attitude is changing as I consider something in depth; when it almost becomes thinking aloud to the questioner. So, here we are discussing an area of BDSM. He presents a specific scenario to me. This scenario is what I had considered to be a hard limit. But the area appeals to me and I present a scenario that I am more comfortable with. We talk around it for a day. He explored it and engaged with it, seeming to be on the verge of accepting it, but ultimately he rejected it and said that we are better off not exploring this area at all. I reflect for a while and decide that my hard limit is less important to me than being able to explore in this area. It was a difficult decision to reach but, once I reached it, it was my decision and I owned it. We began to re-examine my scenario as a reward scene. For a whole day we talked about it, he made it clear that it was a possibility. He recognised my compromise and what I needed. Then, at midnight, when I was emotionally invested, when I had told him how excited I was with the idea of exploring in this area, he began to chisel away at my scenario. Chisel away to the point where I no longer recognised it. Twisted it so that, on the surface, it looked like my scenario but underneath it was basically the same as his. Then he took a key element of my scenario and told me he would not engage with it. Then he told me the only way he would explore this element - this was a change I had already told him was another of my hard limits. And the penny dropped. The pattern was revealed. This is what this person does. He withholds information about his hard limits until his subject is invested in the scenario. Then he presents the choice: compromise or you will not experience or explore this at all. I have no problem with people (even Doms lol) having hard limits. I do have a problem with people who do not share them honestly. Who give the impression that something is on the table when it isn't. Who suck you in and then cut you off; dangling a poor imitation of the carrot you desire if you will only give them exactly what they want. Go on, it's your hard limit not mine, you can compromise. Again. And again. And again. The message is clear: my way only; never what you really desire, or what you really need. That is not my D/s. Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. I knew that Abusers do not all shout and beat people into submission. I knew that some Abusers are insidious. But I did not internalise that knowledge until yesterday. 4/20/2017 7:12:54 AM: Skimming Stone A climb to the sun, carried on a fresh waft of air,a plunge into cold, sucking water.Momentum and luck keep the stone dancing on the surface. False flight in the light versus weak pull to the dark,the endlessly skimming stone keeps searching. 4/20/2017 7:10:35 AM: Erotica - The river The sand martins flew back and forth over her prone body, flying in and out of their nests in the sandy bank which rose 4 feet behind her head.  On top of the bank the wheat waved in the light breeze; a small indent of flattened heads showing where she had dropped down onto the pebbles of the river bank.  She lay on her back, naked in the sun. The fluffy beach towel between her back and the pebbles doing nothing to negate their massaging feel as she wriggled her shoulders. She heard the sand martins, but she knew he would not be coming from above her head; he would be coming from across the river.  From the field of maize.  She raised her knees to the sun and parted them slightly.  It wasn't long before the sound of the water endlessly passing her by was interrupted.  It was a subtle change but something was cutting through the waist high water; resisting the current. She heard him crunch across the pebbles but drops of cool water were the first thing she felt.  They landed on her knees and ran down her thighs, raising goosebumps on the surface of her warm skin.  Then two firm, wet hands slid between her thighs pushing them wide.  The coldness of his hands and the sun's heat on her cunt made her moan quietly and squirm her shoulders onto the pebbles again.  Warm breath blew onto her clit and she somehow stretched her knees still further apart.  A cool finger pushed into her mouth and she swirled her tongue around it, making it wet but not quite warming it. The finger rested on her clit and gently rubbed in a circular motion, gradually pressing harder. Her shoulders were firmly pressed against the pebbles now and her back arched as his tongue pushed it's way into her cunt.  In and out, he fucked her with his tongue.  She stopped hearing the sand martins and the river, she stopped thinking of fishermen and her father in his tractor somewhere on the land above her head, and her entire being rushed to the place between her legs. When her moans became louder and she pressed her heels into the hard stones and lifted her hips he knew she was close.  His finger left her clit and two of them replaced his tongue in her cunt; curling round inside her and rubbing firmly in that special place.  Her fingers gripped the beach towel and he sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue.  She started to cum.  Heat radiated down through her body, and her hips froze in the air as she called out loudly.  Her cunt clenched his fingers, soaking them with her wetness.  Her knees squeezed together, locking his head between her thighs, as she rode every last spasm of her orgasm. She sat up and looked at him.  He was naked except for a pair of shorts and his cock was clearly hard.  Still holding his gaze she reached out one hand and lightly scratched her nails along the length of it, using her other hand to take his and suck her juice off his fingers.   'I want to suck your cock' she said, squeezing his heavy balls as she said it.  He reached out, surprising her when he gently pinched her nose shut between his thumb and finger.   'You'd better get into the river then' he replied with a gleam in his eye... 4/20/2017 7:05:54 AM: Erotica - The key I stepped through the door and felt his hand grab my hair firmly, his fist pressed against my head.  My bag was knocked from my hand and I heard books slither across the floor. I opened my mouth to shout but his hand left my hair and covered my mouth, pulling my body back to his.  As his other hand snaked around and began tearing my shirt open, my mind managed to register the hardness inside his trousers pressing into my ass.  He had been thinking about this for a while; probably long before I texted him to say I was on my way home.  Maybe he had been thinking about it since I gave him my key two weeks ago.  His lips were at my ear, warm breath and a soft voice told me not to make a sound. My shirt was used to tie my wrists firmly behind my back.  And still he hadn't turned me around.  With my hands secured, he grabbed my hair again pulling my head back onto his shoulder.  I stumbled backwards, my tits thrust out, a groan escaping my lips. The straps of my bra were roughly shoved down and my tits pulled free.  He slapped them, hard, and I squealed and squirmed.  The sudden stab of pain as he twisted one of my nipples made me still and I was forced to silently endure some more slaps and the humiliation of knowing my nipples were hard.  When my eyes closed and my body was squirming again, this time to push my tits into his hand, he stopped and used his grip on my hair to walk me forwards and push me over the back of the sofa.  His hand traced down my hair, spreading it over my back, until his hand met the waistband of my comfortable work trousers.  I felt them and my panties yanked down and his hand briefly rested on my ass.  My head raised in anticipation but he pushed it down into the cushions.  I felt him standing at my left hip, his hand holding my roped wrists firmly and then the spanking began.  Each blow creating a heat that sank into my skin, deeper and deeper, until a burning ball of need churned in my cunt.  My eyes closed again and I knew I was mewling but I was calm and still - nothing in my head but the sound and the hurt and the heat. Did the sound I was making change?  Did I move in some unconscious subtle way?  I don't know.  I just know the sound and the hurt stopped.  When his foot kicked mine apart, there was only heat.  When one hand rested on my ass and the other guided his cock to the entrance to my cunt, there was only heat.  Without having to think about it I moved, almost imperceptibly, so that the tip of his cock was held.  With one hand holding my wrists and the other pulling my head up by my hair, he pushed into me.  Slowly but deeply, letting me feel the length of him, letting me feel his hips on my ass.  Then, just as suddenly as he had been slow, he pulled out and thrust back in.  Making my body shunt forward; making his hips pound my red ass.  Again and again. The punishing, bruising force, the hurt in my ass and the heat held in a ball inside me seemed to dance together outside and inside my body.  I thought of nothing; I felt everything.  And then the ball of heat flashed inside me, seared and contracted every muscle in my body.  He thrust a few more times before he exploded inside me and each one sent another wave of heat rippling through my muscles. I was still bent over the sofa when I heard him place the glass of water on the table, stroke my hair off my face and begin to untie my wrists. 4/20/2017 6:59:13 AM: Northern There was nothing D/s about this, this was a a purely sexual urge.  The need for sex with someone who wasn't going to be afraid to be rough.  I knew that you were too far away; but you were willing to come.  We never said it would be just this once but I knew it, and I hope you did too.  That seemingly endless dance in your hotel room as I let you mistake my desperation as nerves.  My unjustified, can't-believe-I-still-feel-it, shame at needing this holding me back from making the first move.  Standing and being taken by surprise at the sudden pounce of your body, stepping into my personal space, your lips attacking mine.  Your move cutting the ropes holding me back, my hand reaching for and finding your hard cock inside your jeans as I feel my bra unfasten and your hands on my breasts.  When my fingernails scratch your cock through the denim you walk me backwards to the bed and push me onto it.  Pull off my shoes, tear off my jeans and push my panties to the side. I'm wet - you can see - and you pound into me.  You're big and hit deep inside me, again and again. I don't know how many times I came.  I know that I came at least twice just from your bruising penetration - a rarity for me usually.  I know I came when you folded me over, bit my nipples and slammed into my cunt hard and fast.  I know I came without having to rub my clit when you slammed into me from behind, when you slapped my ass and when you pulled my hair. I know we lay naked on a rumpled bed and tickled each other with fingernails and laughed. I know that all that isn't enough.
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