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jozz
| Hetero Female, 49, London, United Kingdom
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Re-write - 23/02/14
A Hedonist, a 'little' (but not an age player), a submissive with masochistic tendencies and a leaning towards 'edgeplay'. Based in South East London.
Firstly, what I'm NOT into: Spanking, humiliation/degradation, underage play (of any kind), animals, Gor, younger men, cyber sex/play, scat or death (in any of it's forms). I will also NOT call you sir/master/uberdom/lordmasteroftheuniverse. If you deserve a title, it will become apparent. I don't need your instruction.
Still reading? . . Brave man, I like that ;-)
I've been actively involved in BDSM for around 10 years now, some good experiences, some bad. I've been told that I'm bratty, sarcastic, loyal, loving, challenging and "THE most frustrating woman I've ever met" amongst a few other things.
I've never lost touch with my inner child, in fact it still has a few tantrums. I have little to no short term memory and no impulse control. Which means trust is paramount to me, as I don't always know when it's in my best interests to stop.
I'm a grandma, my family are incredibly important to me and will always come first. Especially my dear old mum, who lives close to me and needs me more than ever now that Dad has gone.
I have a quick and sharp sense of humour, that doesn't always translate well in type. . Bear in mind that I'm usually laughing, often at myself.
I work on the Trusseduk stall at the London Fetish Fair, so am easily verified. Pop by and say hi if you ever get along, I'm very approachable . . If I like you, you might even get a discount ;-)
I'm devious and mischievous and will try and talk my way out of most situations. I push myself, hard and am my own worse critic.
I have multiple facet spinal arthritis and disc degeneration, along with severe nerve pain, which is causing me lots of pain and some mobility problems. That said, it doesn't mean that I can't get out and about or perform a majority of tasks, but if you want me bent over touching my toes for more than a few minutes, then we have a problem. I have also been diagnosed as having Borderline Personality Disorder, which basically means I don't always see the world in the same light as others do. (Don't pre - judge, ask me. I have no secrets)
I have tattoos, I smoke, I drink, I swear, fart and snore. I'm a real person (in my own right).
p.s. I have no desire whatsoever to help you get a passport!
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3/11/2014 3:55:10 PM: I'm not sure if I've cracked a chest rib or pulled a muscle, either way, it hurts like hell. The minions will have to finish the decorating!
3/8/2014 1:34:08 PM: Sorry I've not been around much, but to be honest, I just couldn't be bothered!
If you've mailed me, I promise I'll get back to you some time next week. Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye . . . Ok, maybe not the needle in the eye bit but you get my drift.
As usual, I will be on the www.trusseduk.com stall at the London Fetish Fair tomorrow. Do come and say hi, we're all very approachable. I'm the one with big tits that's laughs a lot, loudly!
2/27/2014 5:24:10 AM: Awww bless, seems I've shattered the oh so fragile ego of a 25 year old 'master'! Naughty, naughty Jozz. I shall no sit quietly and contemplate the actions that got me blocked . . . NOT!
Still chuckling, who's next? I'm bang on form today ;)
2/24/2014 6:50:14 AM: All I seem to read on profiles/journals these days is 'Everyone's a fake/scammer/nutter, I'm leaving this site forever' . . . . . It's like the adult version of 'I'm running away' lol
2/23/2014 7:24:07 AM: Cross posted from my journal on another site . . .
I like pain . . Well, what I mean is, I like the effects of pain. I don't like the actual pain itself.
I am highly competitive with myself! I push myself. I love it when I can go that little bit further and I'm always disappointed that I couldn't go a little bit more. Iadore that questioning glint in your eyes and that knowing smile that says 'You wanna go on?'. I fucking hate it if it's me that calls stop, sometimes I'll even change my mind to see if you'll try and stop me.
You see, I have no impulse control. I don't always know when I've had enough of something from alcohol to being throttled so violently that even my partner thought I was dead. Bastard never called the paramedics though, it' not funny, but I'm laughing. It was a dangerous relationship, very dangerous, but I knew exactly what I was doing. This isn't a shaming post!You could be fist fucking me, I'd still want more. I'd want nipple clamps and arse fucking at the same time. Indulge me with breathplay, sometimes I'll fight it and struggle, at others I'll tell you first 'Don't let go til you see my eyes roll back in my head'. There are some 'pains' I can't take. Needles in my cunt is one of them, that'll bring me out in a severe case of headbutting. Seriously, that's fight or flight for me and it's easier for me to take you down than run lol on the other, I'll take them in my tits all night. You can batter my back, I struggle with stingy but, I'll give it my best shot. Can't take anything on my arse, I only have half an arse to start with. An accident left me with a fist sized hole in the right cheek muscle.I'm hypersensitive to touch, all over. A play partner once told me that I was the most responsive partner he'd ever played with, which was nice.
Back to the pain. Pain makes me feel alive. It let's me forget how dire my life really is aand please don't comment telling me it's better. Because it isn't laughs it really isn't. There is so much that I don't tell. There's nothing can be done, so there's no point. Anyway, pain! It brings me alive, I feel like a different person. It makes me invincible, just like my many battle scars. The signs of a life lived, of a life survived. As impervious to the world as my headphones and sunglasses (they make you invisible, did you know that?) make me to the general public. If they can't see you (sunglasses) and you can't hear them (headphones) then they don't exist. Ta dah! Job done. Pain let's me forget all that shit, it let's happier memories into my head. Pain let's me be at peace with myself. Those are rare and wonderful moments for me and I cherish them all, whether we're still friends or not. I think I remember all my firsts. First bullwhip, sjambok, cat, thuddy flogger, fisting, needles and chains. I'm grinning, happy memories.
I miss the pain. I don't tend to play unless I'm in a relationship. I'll take the odd back flogging/whiping now and then, just to sate the immediate need, but I don't consider that playing. Not proper play, I'm greedy. I want it to be a several hour sessions with (fag/toilet/drink) breaks. I'm expecting chains and whips and needles and clamps and floggers and fucking, don't forget the fucking, but only with partners. I don't fuck play partners. For a hedonistic slut, I'm quite discerning.
My need at the moment is quite strong. I'm officially a born again virgin this week. It's been a year since I had sex and a decent session. I'm gonna have to resort to doing it myself . . . but it's just not the same.
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