Lisfor


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	About Lisfor L is for... Labels; I am an INTP, a sadist, a Master (Not a gender specific label, IMO, and yes I am a genetic woman, no I will not prove it to you on cam), a Dominant woman who at her core is more concerned with attitudes than acts and actions than words. This means I'm in charge, not you. I make the rules and demands, not you, and I expect you to follow them. This means I am neither impressed nor fooled by the things you write or say, only the things you actually do. This means when I hurt you, I want you to be hurt, and it is most likely because I think it's funny. I am an Ice Queen, possibly a sociopath, but that doesn't mean I don't have feelings. Looking for: one capable slave in Singapore to be my invisible butler and driver in public. What do I mean by invisible? I mean like a good butler, your efforts in public must be discreet and unobtrusive while at the same time to a satisfactory standard. It must not be obvious to the general public that you are my slave, and certainly not my date, but I shouldn't feel that you are any less attentive to me either. Think of this as a cross between a high class tour guide, dedicated delivery service, and a personal assistant. What about in private? I am not interested in discussing this with people who cannot actually meet the requirements for in public. Too many of you just want wank off talking about what you want me to do to you in private with no intention of even turning up. So pass the requisites for the public part first, then we shall see. To qualify, you must have a certain standard of English (or Mandarin, I'm natively fluent in both) and a clear understanding of the difference between being a slave and dating a kinky girl, as well as demonstrate a clear understanding of service vs BDSM play. What happens in private is not an exchange for what happens in public. If you do not find value in either scenario, this is not for you. I am happily married to a vanilla guy. We are very open with each other and he is very comfortable with me having slaves. How you figure into this is open to discussion. I am not often in Singapore as my work and family is now in North America, so this position is "seasonal". I would rather have someone I can rely on and use repeatedly on my visits than pick through a bunch of horny stangers each time. What happens when I leave SG is open to discussion after you have served me. I prefer girls. I also adore cute MTF girls. Honestly, most boys bore me. Horny boy sluts who only think of how they want to be aroused especially disgust me. Do not call yourself my slave without my permission. It is a privilege that must be earned. Your intention to be my slave must be proven with real actions. As for platonic friendship, I am ironically easy-going and friendly on a social level. I left Singapore before there really was a social scene, and anyway back in the day, it wasn't something really talked about lol Don't bother contacting me pretending you just want to be friends when really you're hoping I would be interested in dating or keeping you as a slave type of your choosing -- that kind of trickery is disgusting and more obvious than you think. Locks (and keys); I am a big fan of chastity (yes there are realistic ways of facilitating chastity long distance). I am an experienced and sadistic keyholder. Metal is a good look on slaves. But if you cannot conceive that my interest for chastity is not in your genitals or your fun and enjoyment of it, then you should not bring it up. Live-In; It would be nice to have a slave who can turn their home into a private resort for me to come and go as I please, but it's not really a requirement.

I'm just gonna leave this out here... worship is bringing the best of what you have to offer to your god, regadless of the sacrifice to yourself, and placing it reverentially at their feet in hopes that they will accept it. Worship is hoarding and savouring every little tidbit of whatever they see fit to bless you with, to immerse yourself in your own utter appreciation of it.

Worship is not pawing at some body clumsily immersed in your own excitement.

Worship is not slobbering over something you know you cannot afford and do not deserve.

Worship is not defiling something to make yourself feel good -- it is, arguably the opposite, to defile yourself to preserve the sanctity of the thing you worship.

Sexualised worship is a delicate thing. It is something that can only tolerate being called for by the Dominant. It is no longer worship when requested, directed, demanded or expected by the sub/slave. Then, it just becomes sex. Yes, even if there is no penetration or ejaculation.

Worship calls for sacrifice and some measure of suffering on the part of the supplicant. If you are not giving up anything, if it does not hurt you in some way, then you have worshipped nothing.

Men keep trying to trick women into doing what men want... they tell a woman she must fuck anything that wants her to fuck them regardless of how she feels about it, that doing as they tell her is the only way to prove she is empowered and free...... but are you ever in control when someone else is calling the shots?

They tell a woman that she must keep her sub happy and safe, take all the mental load from them and tell them exactly how to make her happy, and that she is doing a bad job if she cannot find a way to make him feel appreciated and worthy in his weaponised incompetence...... so then at what point is the sub actually being submissive when all there is is her making sure he's happily kept?

They tell a woman that she must crave being obeyed, to be willing to do anything to be obeyed, that the willingness to do anything for a man's obedience is Dominance...... but that just makes her any man's slave, desperate and willing to do anything for some man to listen to her.

They tell a woman she is stupid, crazy, fake, when she does not buy his narratives, because it is taboo for women to call out a man, any man, on the things he needs you to believe about himself.

They tell a woman that she must meet their chauvinist views and standards in order to be an independently thinking woman and, in the same breath, threaten violence on any woman with their own mind......

This is why I dont much listen to men.

A chastity belt is like the collar on a dog. You want to put the dog in a collar because it is your dog, and you want to personalize it and claim it, make it look like yours. You couldn't care less about other dogs’ collars unless it was a really interesting collar.

Similarly, I really don’t care one way or another about your chastity belt fetish unless you are actually my property, or if it’s a really cool device. And since I am a fan of the device, it would have to be quite special to impress me.

I think the problem is many who think they are slaves or subs don’t actually know what they want. They think they must be subs because they are attracted to dominant people, but actually, you don’t need to be submissive to be attracted to a dominant personality. They think enjoying things done to them more than doing things to others means they are submissive, eventhough that has nothing to do with it. They call themselves slaves because they think the things they want to experience are like slavery to them, and not actually understanding what slavery is or means... for example, those who have always had enough money thinking that living on a budget is omg slavery. They look for “Mistresses” and “Masters” to “own” them, which in their minds actually means to accept them unconditionally and take responsibility of and for them, which is really, when you think about it, the position of the Dom/me since the slave is supposed to accept the Mistress/Master unconditionally and accept everything the Mistress/Master is and does, or do to it or want them to do.

I wonder, how many would be left when we weed out all those people who think they are slaves for all the wrong reasons?

This is my thought about the many young "slaves" who tell me they are super qualified and used to belong to a wonderful experienced Mistress who then died...... Why do you think that's a good reference?

Can you imagine going to a job interview and saying "I was the sole employee at my last company, I was in charge of everything, but the company closed down."

soooo..... how did you kill her?

Lately, I see boys everywhere going "I want to be a slave! Make me your slut! Make me do this, make me do that! You own me!" ..... so tiresome. Who's the Master if they are always doing thing you want them to do? If you only have time for them when you have time, when everything they do to you is because you demanded they do it, not really because of their own interest?

and this whole slut thing... that's very male. Please boys, understand that wanting your pets and slave to be sluts is a male fantasy, whether as a sub wanting to be a slut or as a Dom wanting a slut. A slut will open their legs for anybody and do anything in order to get themselves off. That's not a good or loyal slave at all!

"Make me do whatever you want!"..... ok, can I make you go away?

I dreamt last night about a belt made of keys. It was a fun dream.

if you're expecting an email with important information from me but haven't got one, maybe check your settings to see you haven't blocked me by accident then proceed to freaking out.

If you want to ask me nicely to consider you in Singapore, that's fine, but don't think I'm going to it to arrange a trip especially for you. What kind of rare gem are you that I should rearrange my whole life around to satisfy your curiosity to see me, and I mean to literally look at me? If that's what you want, then arrange my trip. Buy the tickets and compensate my unpaid leave. Then you can make requests on my SG time. Only then can you feel even remotely justified to ask to come gawk at me. But even then you should realise, you are not eligible to make any demands of me. And acting like arrogant morons only diminishes your chances of interesting me enough to meet you.

If you care only about what you can get out of me and not what you can do for me, why would I ever be interested in you?

Looks like I may be visiting SG in March for a wedding, I'm not completely convinced yet.
Anyone has any thoughts that might sway me into "definitely coming"?

Will be in Boston for the entire month of March. Reach out if you want to meet, I am interested in an on-going service-orientated slave who can make a good case towards my possible relocation to the area.

It's kinda sad that there are wannabe "slaves" in the SG community who care more about their wallets and dicks than anything else; I suppose this is very true of anywhere in the world. Anytime anything that may represent a cost to their unimaginative little minds is mentioned, any time they think they may have to pay for something, be it their own underwear or your coffee, you must be a gold-digging fake. If you're not interested in their balls, if you aren't into their fetishes, you must be a fake. But the unusual part is instead of a fake, he and his friends will call you a "Filipino-Indonesian" (and badly spelt too). The rampant racism....... But the saddest part, the true tragedy, is that they are themselves Polynesian too.

So, hey, what's with all these non-Asian (mostly white and Persian) guys convinced that Asian girls are naturally soft and docile and nice and want Asian Dommes because they think they can boss us around and talk us into being their unpaid ProDommes? LoL (I admit though I would consider ProDomming, but it has to be a scenario to my interest and it has to be paid!!) Don't you know anything about real Asian women??? LOL

The west coast weather system has landed on my head like a brick house. It's already killed into double digits. All I'm lacking now are ruby slippers.

My sister and her husband sublets a room in their flat in SG, and I find myself thinking "it's such a shame I didn't find a good house slave last time I was there to introduce to her" - and by this I mean someone who will only be known to her as my friend, never as anything more, who is looking for a room to sublet, and who will take care of all the chores and cooking and other sundry items as I dictate to make sure she is taken care of in my absence.

The "M" word. I am discovering the wonderful polarizing effect of mentioning "money" online. So here it is, from now on, if you want me to take you seriously (as opposed to some insipid wanker who just wants to chat all the time about how I could fit into your fantasy but never actually do anything in my interests much less care about me), you go ahead and ask for my paypal and put something in it, I don't care what. It's a limited personal account so there could be some snags, but you get to work them out on your own, if only to prove that you're not a complete moron and are capable of solving some problems on your own in order to get me what I want. Ready?

I've been thinking about the idea of a Mistress keeping a slutty gay slave. He serves her with all his little slave heart, without an ounce of carnal desire, just unconditional devotion (in fem wear, of course), and she disciplines and uses and sexually assaults him however she likes; then on certain days, when he is done with his chores, he gets to have his day off -- hard core humiliating gay sex encounters that he must never disappoint his partners at because that would bring shame to his Mistress, which is unthinkable... And finally returning to service well and truly used and abused. I have to admit it's growing on me, hmm...

A lot of men approach their chastity as though they were their own Master and the Keyholder were their slaves. They throw around rhetoric like "Own my Balls and you own me", "it will give you complete power over me", but that's all lies. There is no power or control to be had when they are the ones calling the shots. There is nothing more insulting to a Dominant woman than a man demanding she would be interested in controlling the man's chastity in order to prove she's Dominant, and, oh yes, just because it is the man's fondest fantasy. Think about it, really. Please. Here is a key, to a complete stranger who is only interested in you holding on to the key and nothing else. Except that he wants you to get excited by the idea of holding on to his key like it were the greatest treasure in all the world. Who is otherwise completely disinterested in any semblance of interpersonal understanding except that he can whip himself into a frenzy thinking about some woman masturbating to his supposed chastity. Why in the name of anything would that appeal to a Dominant woman? The things we do to our slaves matter only because they are our slaves. Because they are OURS. Sure, some of the perks are nice, but honestly, a Dominant woman is perfectly capable of taking the bus or buying her own dinner. She doesn't need you for the chores and tasks she sets you. It's just nice that you are there to do it for her; unless of course she doesn't like you doing it for her. She doesn't put up with people she doesn't like doing things she doesn't like. It comes with the territory. The key of a slave or someone under consideration is a manifestation of a promise. It has value as a commitment the locked person is making to you, the Keyholder, but only that. The conviction that a stranger's balls, yours, have any meaning or worth to any woman is ludicrous. What would you care if some stray dog you will never meet has a bone or not? It only matters if that particular dog means something to you. You want a Domme to hold your key? Mean something to her first. Become something to her. Be worth something. Be something worth locking and owning. Otherwise the key is just a piece of junk metal and you've insulted a Mistress asking her to be your wank fantasy, to pay you for it (ie performing you the service of holding your key), and to be gratified by it... It may just be me, but I find it really difficult to look upon anyone who would welcome any kind of attention from any one in any form or means as "Dominant".

I had a dream tonight that left me somewhat forlorn and more than a little sad. In this dream, several things are as they were in the waking world. I went to a party with a new friend, because I'd promised I'd take her. It was a fetish party and I was prepared to have fun, though I was a little laden down by the cool attitude I'd gotten from a pair of old friends, as sometimes happens especially with would-be lovers from one's bumbling youth, earlier in the week. They were brothers and I sometimes regret that there was never really an opportunity for me and the elder one to develop into anything back then, while I still carried a torch for him that time had rather extinguished into a barely glowing coal of nostalgia. At any rate, at the party, I passed by an armoire and saw the younger trussed up in it. I uttered his name incredulously, but not entirely surprised. From the corner of my eye, I thought I saw the elder in the crowd and tried to cut through the party to get to him, though I did not succeed. The encounter left me breathless and a little faint so I left the house to get some air. Overall I'm fairly ashamed of this sequence of events as I'd left my companion inside the house to fend for herself and not spared a thought or notice to her; granted she knew the people at the party, it was bad form. She found me before I gathered myself back together enough to go back in for her. I apologized and explained and tried to show her the boys in question, but the armoire was empty and she didn't recognize their real names. The next day, a different party hosted at someone's home, we went through the designated entrance and the first thing one saw was a large dresser with doors ajar, wide enough for two boys side by side, and a boy bound and gagged kneeling in it. It was the elder of my 2 acquaintances, I'm sure of it, though he looked different gagged and without his glasses. The other guests seemed to ignore them more or less, using the dresser as a counter. I peered in the other side and sure enough, there was his brother, bound and gagged too. "Hello boys," I smiled, more than a little amused, and then, unexpectedly, all aflutter with girlish sentiments to touch, kiss, and take that old flame of mine re-presented as he was..... A little miffed too because he'd said he would be tied up at work tonight when I'd asked if we could go for a drink earlier in the week. Pft, work... But of course, someone must've put him in that dresser on display for all who came to the house. It would be unacceptable to interfere with them without at least learning who their Master was and seeking permission. That is when I learned they were the prize possessions of the hostess of this party, a guest of honour at the one the previous evening, and of her reputation in jealousy. Ok, so no sharing then. Disappointment. I must have woken up a little around then because that's usually the explanation when my dreams shift, and this one did in a odd way, going from BDSM to occult. Somehow, I'm not sure how, I'd became a ghostly poltergeist in her house that she was slowly catching on to. I think I died and just woke up as a ghost in that house, still somehow having an effect on the physics of the conscious plane. So while at first I was content to use my new existence to observe and explore into her and the elder boy's relationship and origins, it slowly warped into a hide-and-seek where she tries to locate and exterminate me and I try not to "die" again and be erased forever; amidst her discoveries of my "living" existence and history with the elder boy and my helplessness to correct her.

Travel dates confirmed as June 15th to June 22nd. I have already appointed a guide, but there is room still for a well-behaved driver and, of course, any self-identified ATMs.

I don't understand guys always obsessing about "real" Dommes when they don't even understand what "true" submission and slavery is to themselves. --- if you can't be a real slave, you don't need a "true" Domme. In fact, run away! You can't handle them! It's like most guys who say they want intelligent women --- they don't, really. The intelligent woman sees through your lies and bs; they're intelligent, remember? Lol! I call myself "the real deal" because there was never a "moment of discovery" for me. I never "discovered" I was a Domme. I never "decided" to be a Domme. It has always just been who I am, my childhood friends will attest to that. I did spend a long time learning ways to "blend in" with the masses and there were moments where I just throw these gigantic hissy fits and go "sod that! Why do I have to pretend to be like everyone else!" but that's hardly the same lol I don't give a toss what you think I ought to be to qualify as a "real" to you. Fact is, whatever you think does not change what I am. That is why I am real. (That's right, I don't even need to bother with a capital R :p)

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