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Please don't send me a chat request, It does not work well on my computer and I feel bad when I have to deny them!
I am seeking a long term relationship, I am not looking for casual play. I would like to have a relationship in which to grow and build trust. I am a submissive who enjoys many types of play, I love bondage, floggers and pretty much everything else I have experienced.
If you are looking for a friend to get to know, someone to build a lifelong relationship with, feel free to contact me.
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I am not looking to be your plaything! I want to be your favorite toy. the one that you love and take care of, the one that you don't leave out in the rain!
It takes far too long to build the relationship I desire. I want to find the One that I feel compelled to offer myself to, fully and completely, without reservation.
I think the mind is an essential part of a D/s, M/s relationship. If You cannot engage my mind, my body will not follow.
Looks fade, but the mind and soul grow and expand with each passing day. I seek to see Your Dominant spirit burning within Your eyes.
I desire One who will guide me and help me to be all that I can and should for be for Him, He will know me, who I am and my desires to be.
One who will cherish me
and my devotion to Him.
One who is a bit sadistic, but will enjoy my submission and praise me when I deserve it.
One who will help me to explore and push my limits until my only limits are those which He desires for me.
One whom I can laugh with.
One who believes "aftercare" is part of taking care of and maintaining that which is Yours.
One who I can build trust with
and know I will deny Him nothing, for He is my everything.
One who's eyes I will look into
and know that I will serve Him
heart, mind, body and soul,
for to do anything else would be to deny my very essence.
Currently back home in California, but I will be back for another 3 month visit!
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Bondage Night Before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the ranch,
Not a creature was stirring, and it wasn't by chance.
The wench was strung up by the chimney with care,
Hoping her dear Master soon would be there.
The critters were nestled all warm on their rugs,
The wench was still waiting, tied snug as a bug.
Then into the room there swept her dear Master.
He threw down his coat, and she heard evil laughter.
"I've been busy shopping," he said with a leer.
"I've brought lots of toys to give bad girls good cheer."
Then out of a black velvet bag he did pull
A whole bunch of toys to make happy her Yule!
A flogger, a paddle, a crop, and a whip,
A St. Andrew's cross, some clothespins to zip,
A collar locked up with a padlock quite tight,
And leather restraints that would hold her just right,
Nipple clamps, suction cups, speculums too,
A Wartenberg wheel, and mint-flavored lube,
Some candles, some ropes, a new cupping set,
A new leather harness that made her quite wet,
A blindfold, a gag, a new spanking bench,
And finally a bunny-fur mitt for the wench.
The Master approached her, his eyes all a-twinkle,
And asked, "My dear wench, how's this little wrinkle?
"I'll tie you, I'll flog you, I'll pinch and I'll tickle,
"I'll have so much fun, putting you in a pickle!"
The wench, she was speechless, her legs had gone weak,
As she dreamed of his hand going "smack!" on her cheeks.
Her eyes cast submissively down to the floor,
She was ready to answer when in through the door
Came another, dressed up in a red velvet suit,
With eight tiny reindeer in close, hot pursuit.
"What is this?" the new one, old Santa, he asked.
His eyebrow arched knowingly, slapping her ass.
"You perverts! You freaks! Is this Christmas to you?
"You've forgotten some of my favorite tools!"
Then out of his bag he pulled two more toys,
Sure to bring pleasure to girls and to boys:
A full bondage harness, made just for suspension,
A swing to go with it, that got her attention!
Then back through the door old Santa did go,
And merwench and Master once more were alone.
"It's playtime," said Master, his eyes all aglint,
As he started to fasten a clamp to her clit.
She moaned, she sighed, she thrashed and she wriggled,
And out in the yard she heard Santa giggle.
Then Santa exclaimed, as their house he was leaving,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Beating!"
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| Age: 26 |
| Sydney,
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