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Im a Daddy's Girl .. His Princess... If you aren't interested in either... no need to read any further *s
Looking for Someone Dominant,Tall,Easy on the eyes, In control of his own life, Who is into the mental aspect of D/s, with some flavor. Not looking for a sadist. I need someone who is mentally, physically and emotionally stronger than I . Looking for something real and tangible not just cyber play or sexual meetings. Are you strong enough to be my man?
**Update 2004**
I hope I have made a friend .. but after meeting.. we realised it wasnt a good match. I wish him so much luck in his search he is a nice man.
**Update 7-2-05**
Well its been awhile and I thought I should update my profile a bit. I have learned communication on the net is a curious thing that should be handled with caution at times. Its not always easy to read a persons true meaning with emotions attached, in the typed word. It's a bit hard to read or to convey when your being humorous or even serious at times.
I have been online for going on 7 years now learning new things enjoying online hobbies and interests. One of those interests was Gor. I spent alot of time in Gor online. Gor taught me alot about myself. I met many strong men in Gor that had a mental and sometimes emotional affect on me in ways I had never had before but always thought of like in those Romantic Epics. Braveheart is one of my favorite movies *grins*.
Through Gor, I met many that came to Gor from D/s. I became curious but secretively. Now two years later I find myself wanting, needing to learn more of what makes me tick. Why I think of the things I do? Why is D/s so strong and frequently on my mind. ******************Just because I have a Gorean background, Does not mean I identify as being a slave. I was Gor By the book .. I left Gor because there is no place for a *princess subbie* or a *Daddies Girl* In Gor.
What do I seek ? I seek my place. Yet I am still not sure where it is. I have so much to learn. I crave that time when I have someone who wants to be there to watch me as he teaches me all he knows and guides me in learning who I am and why I am here, why I feel and think and want the things I think I do.
I tend to be a serious person when getting to know someone at first I think many men find that a bit unnerving. I just know what Im looking for and I feel its best to be upfront about the type of relationship I want to explore. So that makes me cautious, careful and I take things slowly. I am not looking for sexual rendevues or *cybering* I'm looking for the next chapter of my life.
Well here it is November 2006 ... Time flies .. *s so here is another **update**
I have learned alot about myself over the last couple of years. What I want ... what I won't deal with.
I am a princess... Daddy's baby girl. I make no apologies. I give more than I receive. But I do have very high expectations. Out of both of us.
I am only interested in Daddy Doms as I have learned they are the ones the truly understand who I am and what my needs are. I find them to be less selfish and understand that a D/s relationship is not only about Him.. (altho I like my Daddy a bit selfish .. *giggles) .. but it is about US .. about the relationship and walking the journey together.
I know my Daddy is out there. Your babygirl is waiting ....
Ideal Person:
I am looking for A Man who is strong enough mentally, emotionally and physically to dominate me. To teach me... to mentor me ...to guide me ... to love me. To help me build my garden. I am looking for a man who wants only one.....I am looking for my one. I hope he too is looking for me~
**side note ... Tall Kissable men .. definately get my attention !! *
I am not seeking a submissive man. I am not bi-sexual or bi-curious, Nor am I looking for a poly relationship. Not Every man makes me feel submissive, and I will never be submissive to a woman. That does not mean I want to Domme them either.
If you find any that you have read of interest and wish to contact me, I have posted my pic here for you to view. I would ask that if you do not have a facial pic on your profile, you will be so kind to send one with your email. *s* Thank You.
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After much thought and consideration I have committed myself to One. It has been a slow journey thus far but he is a wonderful man and is willing to take the time I need to feel safe and comfortable in his hands. I wish you all as much happiness as I feel at this moment.
ita~ |
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All grades finished posting!!
Litigation....................A
Legal Ethics................A
Physical Science..........A
Tort Law....................A
Contract Law..............A
*Straight A's!!!*
This has been a Bitch of a semester!! I worked my arse off ... ( figuratively ... I wish literally lol .. but nope its still there !)
On the Deans list Every Semester so far.
What I dont get is... I got straight A's but it only brought my GPA up about .02 % grrrrrrr.
It drops fast but it is harder then hell to get back up. So, now, its like a 3.786 ( 3.8 ) .. blah ... I will never forgive the professor for giving me that first B!!
ita~ |
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Her Trust...
She lays there
A vision
her hair feathering across the pillow
her eyes covered with a dark silk mask
her mouth the focus of her face
her lips wet and shimmering parting
her tongue gliding, darting over
her swollen kiss bruised mouth
her soft moans a mystical melody
her neck open the trail of your tongue still lingering
her breasts heaving
her nipples hardening with each moment that passes
her arms splayed out to her sides
chained down on each side of the bed
her legs spread almost painfully wide
shackled to the other end
her pinkness glistens with honey dew
She lays there
For You
Open
Vulnerable
Needful
Alive
What do you see...
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PERGATORY
I am so damn unreasonable
I need him to see
Why can't he see?
No, I can't tell him
I need to tell him
I can handle this
Really ... I can
Watch me, see I am strong
If he cant see I need him
Then I just won't need him
But I need him
He is so good to me
His heart is there
I can see glimpses of it
I just want to please him
I snuggle to him
Held in his warmth
My mouth emphasizes the need in me
When I am with him
The way I carry myself in public
Does he see I do this for him
Can he feel the warmth in my eyes
As I gaze up to him
Is he proud
I need him to be proud
Please be proud
And then reality hits
I have to be strong again
and the communication
Frankly
Sucks
Because I need him to be Super Daddy
And I am an unrealistic little girl
I need him to know me
To understand me
Especially when I cant understand myself
What is wrong with me
I am fighting him
I am fighting myself
The inner struggle
My natural core
My submission
Fighting to get out
Why cant I let go
Why do I have to be strong
Why cant I
Damnit .. Why can't I
Help me
I can't hear what isn't said
Find a way
Find me
Please
This is Pergatory
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A kiss...
A simple thing...
Two sets of lips...
Seeking thier mark...
Pressing, tenderly, seductively, roughly...
a velvet tongue sliping, sliding, entwining..
The heat of one mouth enveloping another...
A kiss...
So simple...
It makes the heart race...
The loins ache...
The mind, body, weak with desire...
A kiss..
The body must move...
Press against the heat that envelopes it...
Hand roam...
Become entangled in the hair...
Glistening as it reaches the core...
So wet, the desire undeniable...
A kiss...
Leaving warm, wet trails across the body...
Behind his knees ...
Nibbling kisses up between the thighs ..
Hot, succulent, mouth enveloping the jewels...
Rolling, sucking, sliding, insatiable....
The Ultimate Kiss.... |
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I must be doing something really wrong. I got another email and I do not understand what I did to receive the rudeness.
Here is the email I received and since collarme says that the account has been deleted I won't withhold the name this time.
[You cannot respond to this message because the account no longer exists]
Roses are red,
And violets are blue;
I just wrote…
A poem for you!
You sound so sweet,
And cute as can be;
I’d be very flattered…
If you chatted with me!
What I have to offer…
Isn’t for just anyone;
Only a woman with class, intelligence…
But who is still fun!
One who captures my heart,
As well inspiring dreams;
Who can be my everything…
Together. A team.
Just some ideas,
It is way too early to say.
But we are off to a good start.
Let’s keep it that way!
What the future holds,
No one can see;
But in time you’ll appreciate,
What a good friend I can be.
OK. So I am not a poet. But knowing the kinds of things these morons will write, I figured you deserve to read something different,
I am fairly new to Collarme. Actually, the first few days. So far, it is so so. Not sure it is a wonderful way to meet people, but I'll try a little longer.
I am an engineer by education and profession. I design medical equipment for the most part. X-ray machines and things like that. Occasionally, medical restraints, too. Yeah…I like that part!
I’d like to hear a little more about you. Your profile made a very nice first impression. No hurry. I am patient,
Phil
This was my response ....
Hello Phil,
Your email was quite sweet. I thank you. I notice you are in New York. I would like to ask how you expect to have a real D/s relationship with a woman who lives so far away?
ita~
This is the email I received back from him.
[You cannot respond to this message because the account no longer exists]
And in return for my sweet email, I get that clumsiness?
You sign your emails with an abreviation of your online stage name?
I can't recall someone sounding so dumb so quickly...five sentences. That has to be a record...even for Collarme.
Was my email so bad? Do I not have a right to know how he expects to have a relationship with someone that lives over 500 miles away from him before I open myself up to personal information that comes from communication between two people?
I honestly did not believe I was rude to the man. I just don't know what to think anymore.
ita~ |
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I received this email from a man from this site whose nick has a form of the word dom..... with numbers after it.
This is his first email to me.
here is my pic,do you have yahoo messenger?
I went to his profile and this is what it said,
He is 38-
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I am seeking a female sub or slave for ltr or role play.Contact me then you can see a picture of me.I have yahoo messenger and if you do also let me know.
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I sent him this reply ....
Dear (took the name out so he doesn't get me in trouble for posting his nick),
Thank you for the emailm but I am not interested--good luck in your search!
With regard,
lamourita
This is what I got back from him... with a picture of his very pretty ex wife in her wedding dress.
thank you good luck in your search,by the wy here is a pictrue of my ex and I .Just so you do think you are better then me.lol she makes you look bad...
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When I tried to respond -- he blocked me.
Then I received another email from him.
feel stupid now,bitch?lol
When I tried to respond again-- he had blocked me.
Since he has blocked me I am going to post now what I have tried to post to him twice.
You are not a nice person. Your ex wife is a very pretty woman but the reason I told you I was not interested is because I am into older men. I am attracted to the natural dynamic of him being older hence, I am his baby girl and he is my Daddy.
I could have not responded at all to your email but I was honest and told you I was not interested and I was not rude about it either. I do not know why you felt the need to be mean to me for the sake of being mean.
Is this how you dominate? With cruelty?
I hope you learn that a Dominant is not dominant because he says so; he is dominant because he can control himself first and foremost.
I am sad you felt the need to be mean. I hope your journey helps you evolve into the man you wish to be, a man others can look up to.
regards,
ita~ |
Im sorry but I just felt the need to post this. I hope the person who wrote me these emails reads this. (..69 you know who you are)
ita~ |
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My first year is over I am now offically a sophomore in College !! .. last semester .. 4 A's and a B!!( so! so! so! happy Algebra is over !!!) .. three classes this summer .. *taking a lil breather* .. They start on the 14th. I hope this next year goes as smoothly as the last and I can keep or better my 3.9GPA~~
They keep telling me I'm on the Deans list; but I have yet to be invited to his office to see his paddle *grins .... |
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For those who do not read journals completely or even for those that do... Yes, I am still married. Until I can financially leave, I will remain that way while I am in school. |
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Baby Girl Needs
Be My Friend
Laugh with me
We will share our joys
Be each others champion
We will share our
Accomplishments and failures
Cry with me
We will share our pains and sorrows
Confide in me
We will share our secrets
Our Desires
Our Hopes
Our Dreams
Walk the Journey with me
Be My Lover
Believe in me
I will shine
Communicate with me
I will understand
Share with me Your thoughts and your feelings
I will share with you mine
Listen to each others words as we gaze into each others eyes
Through acceptance we give each other validation
Reach my mind
My body will ache for your touch
Be my Sir my Dom my Daddy
Guide me with Your knowledge and understanding
I will grow inside
Trust in my honesty and integrity
I will make you proud
Protect me with Your arms
I will sleep sound in the knowledge I am safe
Teach me to understand
Each day I will become a better person
Be Strong with me when You know whats better for me than I
I will trust that you always have my best interests at heart
Seek out the submissive in me
You will find my soul
Look at me with desire and pride in You eyes
I will melt at Your feet
Be my One
Love me for All I am
The Good
The Bad
Knowing all my faults and weaknesses
My submission .. my heart.. my mind .. my body ..and my soul
Will be the Treasures
I place in Your safe keeping
****************************
All the Things
A
Baby Girl
Needs
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Her dream.............................
Slippered feet carry her proudly through her life.....
Through the daily conflicts ,struggles and strife.....
Through the pain of heartaches she carries within .....
Through the stones of those who have cast without sin.....
Bittersweet turmoil that churns deeply inside .....
Because of her strength her damnable pride .....
Grace covers her masked emotions.....
Modesty veils the deepest devotions.....
Her garb covers her secrets to all.....
She's very good at building her security walls.....
Then a crack........ and someone breaks through
Piece by piece it starts to crumble anew.....
Fear and pain placed once again apon the shelf .....
Laughter and the smiles errupt finding that hidden part of herself.....
Then it fades into a mist before her tear filled eyes.....
T'was only a dream telling her heart lies..... |
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His Will..................................................
A Warrior Stands.....
So Dark and Tall.....
His Physical Frame.....
Fills The Hall.....
Like Lyrics In .....
A Poets Song.....
His Heart Inside .....
Beating Strong.....
Like Drums of War.....
My Pulse Does Race.....
With Just One Look.....
From His Familiar Face.....
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He Stands for Honor.....
He Fights for Right .....
No Injustice.....
Escapes His Sight.....
His Back is Straight.....
His Head Held High.....
There 's None He Fears.....
His Swords His Might.....
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He Bares the Brands.....
Apon His Soul.....
Of Brothers Lost.....
Of Loves He's Known.....
I Look at Him.....
His Back to Me.....
He Is the Warrior.....
Whom Free Women Dream.....
And Slaves Do Beg.....
On Bended Knee.....
To Warm his Furs.....
To Fulfill His Needs.....
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He Turns His Gaze.....
He Seeks Me Out.....
I Know Not Why.....
I Want To Shout.....
Apon my cheeks .....
Shy Lashes Fall.....
His Deep Dark Eyes.....
Take In It All.....
He Takes a Step.....
One............
Two ...........
Three..........
He's Standing looking.....
Down At Me.....
My Body Quivers.....
My Breathe I Hold.....
My Robes Conceal .....
The Truths Untold.....
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Should i look?.....
Should I be So Bold?.....
I Wear No Silks.....
I Do Not Beg.....
For I Am Proud .....
For I Am Free.....
For I have My Will.....
My Own Destiny.....
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Time Stands Still.....
As If He Waits.....
Legs of Steal.....
His Stance Unslaked.....
His Arms are Crossed.....
Apon His Chest.....
His Will Is Strong.....
It Knows No Rest.....
He Does Not Speak.....
Just Stands His Ground.....
His Will Is Heard.....
Without a Sound.....
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Those Walls I've Built.....
To Protect My Own.....
Can Not Withstand.....
His Strength Inborn.....
Memories of .....
A Lingering kiss.....
He Will Have .....
What He Deems His.....
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And Still He Stands.....
And Still He waits .....
His Emotions Masked.....
He Knows My Fate.....
I Can Not Fight.....
His Will ...I've Tried.....
But Within Me Deep.....
Deep Down Inside.....
Do I want .....
To Fight?.....
To Deny?.....
Do I Want.....
To Run ?.....
To Hide?.....
All These Feelings.....
Walled Up Inside.....
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And Still He Stands.....
His Will Is Known.....
I Raise My Gaze.....
My Eyes Meet His.....
And See the Answers.....
To My Quiz .....
He Will Have .....
What He Deems His.....
And That is Just .....
The Way It Is.....
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He Has Claimed.....
This Woman Fair.....
The Proud And Free.....
With Golden Hair.....
The Wilfull One.....
Who Wears No Silks.....
Whose Robes Conceal .....
What He Deems His.....
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I Raise My Hand.....
His Arm Extends.....
He Takes It Gently .....
My Will I Give.....
He Pulls Me Lifting.....
From My Kneel.....
In Emerald Eyes.....
My Hearts Revealed.....
He Wraps His Arms.....
Around My Waist.....
Pulling Tightly .....
Into His Embrace.....
He Tilts His Head.....
Lips Graze My Ear.....
Whispering softly .....
To Which I Hear.....
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You Are Proud.....
You Are Free.....
You Wear No Silks.....
You Seek Your Own .....
Destiny.....
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But Hear Me Now.....
Love Listen Well.....
Do Not Give Me.....
Time Will Tell.....
You Are Mine .....
We Shall FC.....
From The Day I Claimed You.....
You've Belonged To Me.....
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I Need You Not.....
In My Heel .....
As Those In Silks.....
With No Free Will.....
I Want You Draped.....
In Robes and Veil.....
Your Hidden Secrets.....
Carrying My Seal.....
Standing Tall.....
At My Side.....
For All To See.....
You Bring Me Pride.....
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I Told You Once.....
I Will Repeat Again .....
No Matter What .....
You Say Or Do .....
Remember These Words.....
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"I'm Keeping You" |
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My Submission Dance --------------------------
~Walking with the stride of a passion slave the gentle twist of sultry hips, curvaceous legs carry me closer to my Master. Flexing heal to toe marking my calves with each step until I am standing obedient, helplessly before Him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~Falling swiftly, gracefully on slim muscular curved legs, well formed thighs spreading enticingly wide, succulent breasts lowered, nipples grazing across the hard floor, sleek slender arms out stretched before me, lifting head slightly "Tal Master, You called for me Master?" I ask in a soft silken voice ...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The air is still, the atmosphere thick, ominous, a moment later I hear movement, the shifting of his clothing, the scuff of his sandals, not daring to raise my trembling body. "STAND SLUT” His dark, accented voice a command.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~Moving promptly, complacently, rolling my torso to an upright position, shoulders circling back with nimble legs, lifting my carriage to a stand before Him. Raising my head, arms moving gently to my back crossing, emerald eyes fly open, fear filling them as I see the flicker of the flames in the hearth, laughing, mocking me, shimmering off the blade of the hook knife, in my Masters hand.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~Long, lush, silken lashes fall quickly to smooth, flawless cheeks, hoping desperately to calm my trepidation. In what seems like only inh's, his speed and accuracy on mark, I feel my rep cloth tunic fall to the floor at my feet, shoulders straps having been sliced through at the top, barely feeling the coldness of the steel as it grazed my tender flesh. I stand unadorned, natural before him, tears from dismay, welling in emerald orbs, his property, his beast, his slut.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~"DANCE!" His tone raised to a booming demand. Petrified, not understanding, never having danced before, I do as commanded, backing away slowly, my quivering body folding at the waist, arms flung forward, I step back with tiny steps. He claps his hands together. Somewhere behind me the music begins it's slow sensual allure. The strings of the czehar and the kalika mourning their song. A skirl of the flute weeping out its melody.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~Lowering my head between outstretched arms, lifting, moving in unison, head, arms, upper body swaying in motion as one. I animate like a serpents head with my upper body...Slowly oscillating in a circular forward motion, swinging slowly to the left, flowing backwards, my svelte body's natural arch extended, to the right then forward again reversing the same movement, each muscle of my body stretching, glistening by the light of the fire crackling in the hearth.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~Voluptuous, full nippled breasts thrust up as I lean further back, lithe legs held perfectly, showing off their beauty, toes pointed, a girls high arched foot showing the extension of the sleekness in her muscular legs, heart beating furiously, knowing I must please, fear guiding me to perfection, to dance, stripped naked before him, commanded, knowing if I fail he could beat me, sell me, slay me, for I am property and his to do as he pleases.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~Arms fall tentatively yet left upheld stretched out to sides, as I start to gyre to the beat of the newly added kaska and tabor drums...the beat starts out slow, progressing to a deeper more soulful, feverish melody, my momentum speeds up …full breasts, nipples growing hard like small pebbles in the surf, flashing, glistening from the desire building within, with each twist and turn of my body. The beat of the tabor drum takes over, my pulse, my heart racing in time to the rhythm. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~Twisting, turning, brandishing my hips, falling to the floor leaning back in a kneel, long blonde silken tresses cascading behind me sweeping the floor, as my back lowers to the ground, the golden mass making a pillow for my head. Willowy arms lift upwards in a serpentine motion. My need, my desire showing through my movements with each thrust of my hips, gavitating towards an invisible force, "HIS" overwhelming energies.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~ Raging need over powering my fear as wild hands caress my throbbing, glazed, nude form, running fingertips over full aching globes, down across a taught belly, further down between widely spread thighs, fingers splitting the folds of my lubricious slit, stroking, sliding, deft, nimble tantalizing fingers, deeper down entering the once forbidden cavern of lust, exposed for his amusement.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~The tempo becoming more raw more animalistic. Arms flowing back into an ophidian motion. Lifting myself off the ground with powerful thighs, flipping toned, salacious body over to the stance of a possessed animal, thrusting, firm rounded ass high in the air, legs splitting, sliding to the cool tiles. I reach forward sweltering, moaning, writhing on the ground like an animal in heat, no thought, only feral need filling my soul.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~ My face disclosing the carnal craving for this Man, My Owner, My Master. Drawing my legs in, falling to my knees, I turn my sleek form to face him, crawling on all fours, as my body undulates involuntarily, the throbbing core of heat, between stimulated, beckoning thighs running rampant through my body like the current running through a slave goad set on high.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~The wild, barbaric melody climaxes with a loud, crashing beat of the tabor drum, I fall to his feet, breasts heaving as the air passes in and out through my lungs, my opened body shimmering with tiny beads of sweat, the gnawing wanting, the culmination of emotions welling within me, praying to the Priest Kings that I have pleased him.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~ I reach out to Him, precatory, begging, lifting my head, emerald spheres glistening with tears. No more may I hide my needs; no more may I keep the secrets of my lust... I am humbled, appealing, pleading for his touch. I raise my hands piteously "I beg you my Master" my tone a breathy, supplicant, whisper "Let me please You, Master " covering his feet with my mouth and tongue, lavishing him with kisses. I lay at his feet my soft, sensuous, inflamed body beseeching to be Mastered by His will~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ |
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I've updated my profile a bit and added two recent pictures. Not sure why they don't show up on my profile yet but hopefully that will be rectified soon. *s |
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I have been reading emails and profiles... I see many that say they start out playing and see how it goes from there.
Just so we are all clear... I do NOT start out playing .. play time is earned through respect and trust. I dont play with someone till there is an emotional commitment.
So if you are wanting some playtime (sex and bondage and spankings) so you can try out your new toy before you decide to keep it. Look Elsewhere, I am seeking something that goes a lot deeper than my clothing.
Enjoy and take care .... .:) |
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I wish Everyone a Happy, Prosperous and Fulfilling New Year. |
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So there is no confusion, I am married at this time. Please no lectures. |
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