MamaPapaGirl

My Name is Anita. I'm 5'4,106, blonde hair, hazel eyes, half Bulgarian and half Russian. I love the ballet, I also do figure skating and gymnastics. I've moved a lot around the world with my grandparents and unfortunately I don't get to stay in one place for long, but I live in Florida for right now and that is until I graduate from high school. Besides school, I'm looking for Dom Mommy and Daddy.

SOME INFO ABOUT ME:

**do i have age limits? i would say please be between 30 and 65, sounds about right...? i think age is a mindset, although i tend to get along better with older men, i won't rule out someone my age as long as they are mature. my last relationship was with someone who was 37, i would be hard pressed to get along well with someone that cannot carry themselves in an adult manner.

**do i have limits and hard limits? yes I do, blood, scat, and being shared

**do i consider myself a sub or a slave? I think of myself as a sub with some slave traits...could i become a slave, probably, again for the right dominant couple, although I have often wondered about switching...we'll see. i am young, never know.

**my personality? pretty shy, optimistic, loving, quiet for the most part, i like to open up with only those that intrigue me, if i am not interested you won't get a response from me, if i am mad or hurt sometimes i clam up, sometimes i cry. i get over things easily. i like to laugh and have a good time, but it can be doing silly things like folding laundry with my best friend and talking about our weekend. simple things make me happy.

**my hopes, dreams and aspirations? to eventually go to school when i can afford it, get my degree...from there i am not sure, really depends on the role i am in, whether i do decide to be a sub or a slave...and what i decide for the future, but i do know i will put my education first.

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relax...you whisper to me...be still little one...I struggle against the ropes binding me...your words wash over my flesh...caressing my body more sensually than a touch...I hear your work boots on the gravel...feel the heat of the breeze on my bare skin...I smell the honeysuckle...I sense your presence close to me...feel the power pulsating off your frame...a single tear slides down my cheek...who do you belong to mara...you ask me...your voice so low in your chest...barely audible...i am yours...i answer...and I always was...

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Finally, I respond only to mails with pic of mom and dad!