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I am a young LESBIAN novice switch who is very interested in the scene.

At the moment I am ENGAGED to a wonderful person name Bridget. B is getting her fingers wet in the scene, and she is liking it. We are in a MONOGOMOUS relationship that is wonderful and fulfilling.

A novice of FIVE years active to the scene, I relish every safe, sane, and consentual oppurtunity to learn and grow in my identity. ALL I AM SEEKING IS FRIENDSHIP. I am looking for individuals to 'show me the ropes' through their own practices and experiences. Since I am in a longterm monogomous realtionship, I am learning through reading, observation, and conversation. I am trying to network in my area so that I can futher widen my knowledge and expereince.

At the moment I am involved in the scene somewhat through The Haven, a goth industreal club with an emphisis on the kink. I am looking to be come more active in a leather community, unfortunatly W. Mass doesnt seem to have a very signigicant leather community.

I am a sado mashachist, and along with submitting to pain, I also enjoy submitting my mind. To me there are so many different ways and levels of submission. In my mind submiting the body is superficial. It is the submission of mind and soul that requires love, trust and honesty.

Though I have my subservant tendencys, I often get the desire to dominate, to drive, to provoke. One of my examples of this is visable in B's expression when I unexpectedly grab her hair, and place my hand on her throat to to threaten the ease of her breathing.

In my practice of BDSM I never involve violence. Consensuality is the most fundemental important principles in my practice. I believe without consent it is not BDSM, it is violence. Saftey Sanity and Consentuality govern my practice.

In my opinion Giving the Gift of one's true submission is the most valuable precious gift one can give. I believe it is something to guard as one would a rare jewel (cliched I know), and only to give to someone ones trust with every fiber of ones being. It is such a vulnerable thing, and thus can be easily abused.

I believe for domination. As well as trusting ones sub will communicate with one, as well as being totally willing and commited to submitting, one has to trust themselves. I find that power can go to my head, and to trust both myself and my sub is essential.

I am not looking for a sexual realtionship of anykind... and requests for of this fashion will be deleted. Also please take note....I AM A LESBIAN. This DOES NOT mean that I am sexual with women for male pleasure. I love women and I am sexual with women for my own pleasure and happiness. I AM NOT looking for any romantic or D/s relationship JUST FRIENDSHIPS!!!.

I am very open and willing to talk to any men who respect the fact that I am a lesbian and understand what that means. As well as anyone who understands that I give my mind, body, and spirit to only one, and she is Bridget, my fiance.
I would love to talk with anyone who belives they have something to share and to learn.

Please, feel free to ask me any questions that you may have of me. I look forward to reading mail with true thought and conciousness in its content.

A leathery hand and a lacy soul

5/17/2005 10:46:23 AM

The Tie

I check my coat at the door. Tonight I don’t feel particularly sexy in my tight jeans and maroon form-fitting long sleeve shirt. I scan the room. My girlfriend, Ani, is ahead of me and she has almost completely assessed the babe situation tonight. My eye has drifted to a dance floor with flashing colored lights. My lip curls with delight. The first time I was here and on that dance floor, I was in a four way hump with a tranny named Robby, a girl named Becky and Ani who was too hesitant to really get into it. I don’t expect anything of the sort to happen this week, because the week before when I had talked to my fellow humpers, they walked away from me. It is curious how peoples minds tend to work. Robby was here with another guy, and there was another gaggle of girls that I had seen both times prior to this one, regular Diva goers I assume. I see a few people at the bar, but a young woman in a tie with bleached blonde hair catches my eye. I feel energy from her that I can’t decipher.

Me and my girlfriend head to the bar. After we receive our drinks we go and try to mingle. Among the regulars, there is a girl who I admire. She has extremely good abs, and she looks as though she belly dances from the way that she moves. I approach her and I ask her if she could show me some moves. She declines and I feel slightly offended but I get over it quickly as I feel someone’s eyes on me. I don’t know whose they are so I look about. When I look at the bar, I could have sworn that the girl with the tie had just looked away from me. I swig down my water in an attempt to have a reason to walk by her. Some how, recently, the relationship with Ani had become open. As I get another water, I brush by The Tie ever so slightly touching her, trying to be discreet about it. She is drinking a beer and seeming to be thoroughly off in her own mind. A little disappointed I guess that it was silly of me to think that she was looking at me.

I find Ani and drag her onto the dance floor. Her self confidence fails quickly as the crowd that had been dancing disperses. We leave the dance floor and I look over my shoulder to the woman at the bar, and find her looking at me. Our eyes meet, and I quickly look away. My heart is pounding as I head outside to the smoke deck. Her eyes were so piercing and raw, that her intensity was easily shown. We stand around with Robby and his friend along with Becky and a couple others that I don’t know. Robby's friend looked familiar to me and reminded me of someone that I had given eyes to at a Wal-Mart. I am introduced to him by the name of Max. I found myself blurting out "Do you work at Wal-Mart?" He looked at me and I blushed. "Yeah" he said. I looked away, I could not face him. "Why" he asked. "Do you remember me?" I squeaked. "I came on to you at Wal-Mart." We discussed the matter a little more; until I discovered that he did remember me. A sense of stupidity overcomes me when I find out that Max is dating Robby, and the feeling of rejection leaves.

I walk over by the pool tables to see if anyone was playing, and to also have an excuse to walk by the blonde woman with the tie. A couple is playing, but neither woman is very good. They are both attractive, but together. I looked over my shoulder at The Tie to find her talking to my girlfriend. Slightly alarmed, I nonchalantly made my way over, waiting for Ani to stop talking with The Tie. I call her The Tie because at that point in the evening I didn’t need to know her name. I was playing a little game with her. One might say I was fishing and I was the bait. When I reconvened with my girlfriend she asked me what I thought about Heidi, the girl with the tie. Heidi apparently had been looking at me for a while now. "I think she is attractive. Why?" "She likes you" Ani said, "why don’t you go talk to her?” I walk away from Ani, wanting to do it my way. I walked by Heidi as I headed out to the porch and made an extra point to 'accidentally' brush her. I had already seen her drink at least 3 beers since I got there, she wouldn’t notice that the hint was exaggerated.

I go into the smoky air, and back to talk with Robby. I ask him about Heidi, and what she was like. He gave me a warning about her, and told me that she is crazy. I giggle to myself and say 'crazy I can handle'. There is another guy out there who is smoking a cigarette and over hears our brief conversation and says "I'm Toby, Heidi’s a good kid. Just to let you know she is not in for anything serious. She wants a good fuck, and then to never see you again." I think to myself, 'well we will see if she never wants to see me again'.

I leave the porch through the double doors, and the karaoke music is playing. I look for the woman named Heidi, and I spot her leaning up ageist a railing to the Dj stand. I walk sexily and purposefully towards her as I look her straight in the face. I grab the dog collar she has around her neck, and hesitate to get approval, and then I kiss her full on the mouth. I know that she won’t push me away, but I didn’t expect her to kiss me back as heartily as she did right then. As soon as the kiss ends, I flip around and start walking the other way, shocked at myself, but really quite proud. I look over my shoulder and smirk, to see her eyes still almost closed and her lips slightly puckered. I laugh at my boldness, as I exit the club on to the porch. Ani is out there and she comes up to me and asks me "Why don’t you go kiss her? She says she wants to" In a confident voice, I said "I already did" and thinking 'with out anyone telling me if and how I should.'

As the evening wears on I can only think about the kiss. It was really quite incredible. She kissed me back, and with such passion. I have never had such a compatible kiss or such a perfect one. It has been a long time since I have been kissed like that. It may sound silly, but I think that I have just discovered what 'love at first sight' is. We approach Heidi right before we leave, and we make plans for the next day. I am house sitting for a friend and there is a hot tub there. I have intentions of bringing Heidi there and creating a scene worthy of a movie. She gives us her name and address, while holding on to her sixth beer. As we leave I give her a look, wanting to know what she is hiding.

Ani and I stand at the door of apartment building B. I am so nervous, wondering what it will be like to see her today, and if she would be as perfect and sexy as she was the night before. Ani rings the buzzer, and no one answers. I ring it a second time, frustrated, not wanting the fairytale that I had created for myself last night, to end. The door open and I see her in a pair of boxer and a tee shirt, her hair (that last night was perfectly spiked) is fuzzy and messy. She looks at us affronted, as if the last thing on earth was to see me standing on her doorstep waiting for her to let us in. I smile and say "hey, its me, how did you sleep?" She looks at me in the same way that I feel, 'does this person in front of me really exist?'

5/11/2005 5:49:31 AM
My thigh high leather boots make me feel as though no one can stand in my way. My mini skirt gives me a sense of sensuality. My tight mesh see-through black top fits perfectly with my fish nets. My neck is itching from the hair that still remains from my harcut earlier that day. I have styled my hair in a messy way; it looks as though she has just gotten out of bed. I push the door open to find the club is so packed. I make my way over to the bar and I signal the bartender. He comes over and asks "Vodka on the rocks?" I smile enderingly and give him the money. I get my drink, and I start to scan the room. This night I am in the mood for a spicy girl, not the quiet girl I had last week. I notice a girl in the corner with a bondage belt on. She is talking with a guy who seems to be bothering her. "No, not even a glass of water!" says the girl. I walk over and kiss her full on the mouth and put my arm around her delicate wrist. "Hey baby hows it going?" I say. The guy looks at me with disgust, or is it dissapointment, and walks away. "I'm Cindy" I say, extending my hand
5/11/2005 5:41:52 AM
She grabbed my throat with one hand and started to choke me. I looked into
her eyes, and I feel incredibly safe and loved. One might ask why this turns
me on so much, but it does. I am not a big fan of asphyxiation; I just enjoy
the dominance that it shows. She doesn’t do it for long. She is careful in
that respect. When she releases me she kisses me. Not a simple kiss, the
kind of kisses you see in the movies; the kind that knock you off your feet
and leave you weak at the knees.

She grabs the hem of my shirt, and takes it off over my head. I was wearing
a tight white tank top that I had no desire to bloody. I then struggle out
of my black sports bra. I enjoy the black bra with the white tank top, I
think that it show a sense of promiscuity. Not that I want to sleep around,
I am not a slut, but the desire to see people look at me is great. When I
say ‘look at’, I mean with a sense of desire (not necessarily
sexually-though that is nice to know that I am ‘attractive’). I enjoy people
to see Me, and want Me. I tend to dress like I am. I have a hard time with
people who dress like the crowd, those who conform to the rules of society
or their social group.

When I relieve myself from my bra, she takes out the new blade bought with
the purpose of creating artwork. Artwork that wouldn’t get lost, wouldn’t be
misplaced, and most important of all, wouldn’t be destroyed. Almost all
types of artwork can be wrecked some how, except the type that I wanted.

She gently turns me around and pauses. “Are you ready?”
I take a breath, and open myself up to the amazing experience that I am
about to involve myself in. Though I have been cut before by my self out of
despair, this is different. This is about love, trust and beauty. To those
who say differently, I would say to them ‘you don’t understand’. To let
someone cut you other than yourself is one of the most trusting things that
you can do. You wouldn’t let some schmuck off the street cut you. It
involves the ability to turn over your life into someone else’s hands.

I feel the blade run along my skin. I feel it sharpness, and my knees almost
buckle. It is amazing. She says quietly ‘I am going to test the blade. Ok?’
I agree by placing my palms flat against the wall as though I am getting
arrested, and I press one check against it. She grabs my left upper arm and
lets me know where the blade will cut by pressing it into my shoulder blade.
Then in quick down ward strokes she cuts three lines. I don’t even feel the
blade at this point. Once the air contact the cuts, I feel them sting. The
cuts are fairly deep for light nicks.

She asks me ‘what do you want’.
I reply in my most confident loving voice, ‘It is your artwork, you decide.”
In response I feel a pause. She then says in an assertive way “I will do a
pagan star”
A moment goes by and then the blade penetrate my skin, gliding through it as
through it is butter. Her hand gripping my arm is grounding me as my back
arches. I feel the blade pull through my skin, resisting ever so lightly. I
feel the gentle tug of my skin parting after the blade cuts my shoulder. The
blood runs down my back as though it is rain on a glass window. After she
cuts the primary design, she teases the cut with the knife, making it a
little deeper with every swift stroke. The objective is to obtain a scar, to
feel the sensation and, to experience that level of trust.

The sensation that this cutting creates is curious. The deeper the cuts get
the more intense it feels. It isn’t painful in the way that accidentally
cutting your finger does, nor the way that cutting out of despair does. Pain
is more of a mindset. It is a way to let the body know that something is
happening worth paying attention to. I am so aware and present in this
experience that traditional pain has evaporated.

I feel the blade at the same time as I see her cutting me. Even though I
have no way to watch what she is doing, I know exactly when the blade will
come in contact with my skin. It is as though we are the same person.

I experience these cuts getting deeper like it is hours, when really it is
only a few minutes. As she pauses admiring her artwork, she asks me “Can I
do something else?”
“Defiantly” I reply.
Then she does something I have never experienced before, and she slashes my
back. The experience is quite invigorating, because the sensation of my skin
springing apart so quickly is quite unanticipated. I have never been cut
that quickly, and the sensation is quite an arousing one. To my surprise she
starts to cry, and says “Oh baby, I am so sorry.”
I turn around and ask her “What’s wrong?”
“It is so much deeper than I thought it would be”
“We can deal with it later honey, it’s really Ok.”
“I really didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“I know, and it is really ok” I say trying to console her. “Finish it” I say
with dominance.
She composes herself as I turn to face the will again. She does two more
quick slashes. Then she turns me around and looks at me.
(It really doesn’t bother to me that I have deep slashes on my back. I have
had worse before.) I support her neck and kiss her. I try to maintain the
mood that we have made. There is a moment when we both realize what we did
before she slams me against the wall. This makes me smile, because I know
that she has moved on.

When I back away from the wall, I turn around knowing that it will have
blood on it. I look, and I can see a full print of my back. The smile that I
have on my face is maintained. This truly was an intrinsic thing for me. We
hold each other for a while, just going over in our minds what has just
taken place.

Blood has soaked the back of my pants as well, so I hesitate to sit down as
I head over to the couch. With a new blade in the exacto I motion for her to
sit down. “I want the protection symbol” she tells my, while pointing to her
rune necklace.
It is the same symbol that she slashed into my back. She touches the back of
her head as she says “I want it here”
I smile at her as I guide her head into my lap.