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Mannabelle - Female Switch, Louisville Kentucky | BDSM Profile on Collarspace

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About Mannabelle


NO PICS NO CONVERSATIONS PERIOD.  I HAVE POSTED MINE I EXPECT TO SEE YOUR EYES AND FACE.I am Amanda, or you can call me Mannabelle, but I am who I seem to be, no more, no less, but complex and ever changing, a multifaceted gem albeit a rare one indeed. I am pure in many ways, kinky in others, and I seem to mesh well right in the middle; however, I am not submissive, but if you would prefer a label just think of me as a masochistic kinkster, or fucking bitch. (They both apply nicely.)
I am love in the rawest form. I am a beauty to behold in many ways. When I walk into a room, I have been told that my smile brightens it and my personality is truly infectious, viral if you will. I am a strong willed girl, a highly sarcastic and witty girl, but truly a loyal one when it comes to close friends and family. I am forever there to pick you up when you fall and to steady you before you do. I am prone to breaking into bursts of song at the most inopportune of moments and my laugh is something to behold unto itself. I enjoy many things in life, whether it's a good glass of red wine, or Blue October in the CD Player while taking a bath with a good book. Another side of me would be cuddling up on the couch with a cold beer during a football game. I am blunt and honest by nature but one who can lend an ear as well as her heart when need be.

I am cultured, sophisticated, outgoing, yet introverted at times. I long to take a hot bubble bath with that special someone and read and play chess and just be. I know that I am missing something in my life, and it has to be that one person I have been waiting on, my other half that absolutely completes and compliments me as I do him. Sometimes I have a hard time believing that those emotions exist, because I have never been able to feel them. I would love to feel the earth move when I look into his eyes and know that I am his only and he is mine. I am open and honest, not really ashamed of much. Some people say that I am intimidating, I believe if you find me intimidating then you are just insecure. No one has ever killed over from a “NO”. Just saying. I get bored easily, as I have ADD, not the excuse the real thing. I am very literal, which is sometimes annoying. I am a grammar whore, and make no apologies for it.

I am not looking for anyone or anything in particular, I truly believe that the person I am supposed to be with will find me one day and then I will know. I can come off as abrupt when You first meet me but also know that it's a way to keep my heart close to me for I am not a doormat or an object to be used. I have a passion for photography and girlie desires such as shoes and purses. I've been called a cockatoo before when something glittery catches my eye lol. Traveling is also something that has become dear to me and I hope to expand my traveling horizons to Europe. I'm an inquisitive little thing.. I like to see how things work, and how they were constructed which includes people. I will try to give you the benefit of the doubt, but lose my trust and you've lost me forever. I believe that the soul is treasured and unique and should be handled with love and care, which is how I feel I should be treated. So if you can break through my walls, gain my trust, and gain my friendship, then You will be able to find that one rare gem that is me.


























HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL! ?
Since I did so well on my toenails I decided to paint my room.
Painted my toe nails red.....hotness.
Okay I am going to learn the art of belly dance.? I just ordered my videos!? Wish me luck.
New pics today!? Enjoy!
Why does everyone complain on this site?? It gets old. ?
Crossing my fingers for a promotion at work!
Happy Turkey Day!
My heart hurts.
"Scream" I close my eyes and block out the noise. I hold my hands over my ears. I thrash my head back and forth to throw the noises out. My shakes wildly my arms spread out and I turn in circles. i hold my head back. My hair flows widely. My legs turning rhythm in the same spot. I scream and let the anger flow out. I am mad. Forget that. I am furious. I scream until my throat becomes raw and my ears ache and throb. I scream until my diaphragm contracts so tightly that I become dizzy and from the circles. I stop. I stand still. My body exudes with exhaustion. My ribs ache as I try to catch my breath. I open my eyes and flurries of light dance before them. I lie down in the grass and let it wrap around my body embracing me. Rain begins to fall upon my face. My white gown clings to me. I close my eyes and hold out my tongue. My hair plastered to my face. Small bumps rise up on my skin as I lie there allowing the cool rain to penetrate my skin not wanting to move allowing it to wash away the anger and frustration. I fall into a sleep. I am still.
"Muddy Waters" Cold water drips down my spine. Drip. Drip. Drip. I am strapped face down in a small pool of muddy water. I can either lie face down or hold taut my neck and breathe. BUT, the dripping, which was light at first, then slowly became a nuisance, now has become this overbearing weight on my spine which has caused such pressure on my bound, wet, nude, stripped body. The drip in the one position is all that I can feel. I try to push my mind away to somewhere else, but this this constant pounding in one place on my back over and over is too much. I am on the verge. I can't slip into the darkness, the water continues to plunge into the small of my back tearing at the skin. I can feel the water plunging through my spine, through to my organs, on to my front like a leaky faucet. I can see it in my mind's eye. My head dips into the shallow water as I grow tired. I immediately jeerk and feel the tug of my restrictiveness. The achiness comes back and the vivid images of my body being used as a leaky faucet. The muddy water drips off my face I try to move my arm to wipe my face clean, but quickly remember that I am bound to t the stake in the ground next to the huge magnolia tree withe the beautiful blooms. I can only partially see as I am bound tightly in the open woods. The light was beginning to creep through the limbs and the leaves. The blossoms showing of as if to say I am better than thou as I stand above you with the breeze running around me. I feel the air brush against the cuts on my wrists and ankles but the dripping ah the dripping it taunts me and the breeze cuts it deeper. I cry out, but no one hears me. Tears roll down my face leaving streaks in the mud that has now dried upon my face. Perspiration gleams upon my body. I hear the bees start to come out for their daily routine. My body tightens as the buzzing roars almost deafening in my ears. How long have I been here? How did I get here? The magnolias begin to laugh at me as their nectar spills upon my skin. I feel it landing on that hole where the water was constantly dripping . The nectar seemed to soothe and massage it. The bees take notice and swarm around the area my body tenses. Suddenly I break free and I fall flat in the muddy waters. I crumble into the fetal position and be.
"Air" The air surrounds me. It captures my breath. It seeks out my soul and tries to entangle me. I squirm and jerk. The air tries to rip me apart but I continue onward. I lie there still. My breath stagnant. My body limp. My eyes staring blankly to the left. I am taunting it. I see the air gauging me. Gawking at me. Still I lie. Muscles taut: not willing to forfeit. I will not move. My survival is my will. My goal. The air creeps. A breeze eases along my hair. My eyes begin to tear up from holding them open for so long. I try to hold on to my tears. They begin to ache. The air backs away slowly, but my finger twitches and my leg begins to spasm. The pauses, and looks back. The tears begin to stream down my left cheek as perspiration beads upon my forehead. My body hardens, but to no avail....My body gives way and the air sweeps my soul away.
It's funny one day I woke up and I realized I was 33 years old. Where did the time go? How did I get here? It hit me all of a sudden my senior high school English teacher saying," You are on fast time now." We all kind of sat there and looked at her like she was crazy. What the hell did she mean? Now it is all way too clear. Each year goes by more quickly and I can't tell you how I got here and where I have been. I can tell you that this year I have grown and learned more about myself, good and bad, then I have ever imagined. I am more enlightened and growing day by day. I know who I want to be and I know who I want in a partner, lover and friend. I do know who I don't want in my life. I look at my children and was talking to my mom and we are planning my daughter's 16th birthday and I found myself in tears because my baby is no longer a baby she is a young woman. Where did the time go? How much faster is it going to go? I mean this year has flown by and I feel like I have missed so much, but at the same time I have found so much in this year. I have found me. I have found new friends and relationships and I have a feeling next year will have more of an impact. Where do I go from here? I am not sure, but I am both scared and excited. I am determined that I am going to mentally capture those most wonderful meaningful moments with those most wonderful meaningful people.
I turn my head and no one is there. I am alone. I am not free, but I am alone. I cannot choose. I cannot think. Tears stream down my crimson cheeks as I feel helpless. My heart aches. My feet are gathered up under me with my head on my knees and my arms wrapped tight around them. I want to feel you next to me, no matter if you are. I hurt. I ache. I long. I need the closeness. I need the light. I need you to love me as no other.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!  YAY!

I feel it is the imperfections that make us so perfect. 
I have no excuses nor do I care to make any. I am a girl. I cry. I laugh (loudly). I get angry. I get sad. I can even get flat out mad. I am a girl. I empathize and I sympathize, yet I am insensitive and uncaring. I am compassionate and loyal, but never ever doubt me for I am a girl. I am unique and intriquing. I am beautiful and intelligent. I can cook your dinner and fix your car. I am a girl. I am powerful and exotic, sexual and erotic. I am a girl. I am frustrating. I am pleasant. I am lonely. I am willing. I am a girl. I have no fear. I have endless possibilities. I am a girl. I am curvy and sensuous. I am bitchy and raw. I am a girl. I love shoes and purses and my haircolor changes. I am a girl. I shave. I polish. I manicure and pedicure. I am a girl.

So in a little under a month I will become one year older. My birthday is bittersweet nowadays. As some of my friends know, my twin sister was murdered what will be 4 years shortly, and I reflect a lot on that when my birthday is in the short distance. I also reflect on how to improve my life and how that will effect others around me. I think about how my sister's choices were taken away and how I have so many at my disposal. I cry a lot and get angry and then I try to find that calm that sometimes comes over people when they don't really know how to feel.I am excited, however, that I get to celebrate my birthday with a friend, becky. Her birthday is the day after mine and it kind of feels like it is the right thing to do. I am going to be 33 and she is going to be 35, ha I am still younger than you bitch, and it will be nice sharing my birthday again with someone.Now don't get me wrong...I am usually with friends and family on my birthday, but remember I am a twin and we celebrated our birthday together for 27 years. I will visit her grave and sing happy birthday to her and leave her some beautiful flowers, but all I really want is to hug her so tight and tell her how much I love her. It is a hard time for me, but I have to make the choice to be happy because I still have that option.

This is what I received in an email:
experienced Master seeks to know more about you..your prompt reply is expected!

And this was my response:
What is prompt exactly? I mean I do have to work and I have children, oh and I am not submissive. So what you want is irrelevant considering I don't even fucking know you.

I have never spoken to this person whatsoever.? I guess he didn't read my profile.
Funny I wrote a little poem that I had titled Taken and had to change the title because everyone thought I was owned.? I don't know if the poem was actually read or not but I sure found it hilarious.
My Soul.....

I am sitting here inside my skin, of which I no longer own. I try to focus, but eyes no longer belong to me. I am seeing with eyes that no longer hold a clear picture. I want my vision back.

I hurt. My heart, which has been taken, pumps lifeless blood through my veins. It burns and yet I am numb. I feel this and yet I feel nothing. Feeling is not of my own. I have been blinded. I am in agony and none of this belongs to me.

My flesh, blood and bones have been taken, yet I still carry them with me. My soul, ah my soul, however, is unattainable to you. My soul you cannot have.

Take my flesh, blood and bones, but you must leave my soul and guide my spirit.



GOING TO GLLA!? I AM SO EXCITED.? SEE YA THERE!? If there is anyone else going as well, let me know.? I would love to meet people who I can actually meet in person at a kinky event!
I am a woman who is determined and ruthless.? I don't let obstacles get in my way.? I am loyal as loyal can be until you fuck me over and then it is completely downhill.? I don't look back and I move forward in fast-paced strides.? My life is different from day to day with some consistencies.? I have the best friend in the whole world, my BFC, best friend Carrie.? I am blessed to have her in my life.?
I am a mother, sister, friend, aunt, and one day I will be a wife...(maybe hehe).? I am eclectic, obscure and absolutely fun.? I don't like liars or people who cannot be themselves.? I mean I am proud of who I am, although I grow daily, and I believe you should find the you you want to be and act on it.? Life is way too short to care what others think and live the way others want you to live.?

Does this person honestly think they are getting over on someone?? Ridiculous that they think we are idiots.?


Dear Friend,

I am Ms. Mary Owen, I decided to contact you because this is only how I can feel safe because of what is happening around me, I am 20Years Old, I am the only child of Late Mr. & Mrs. Maurice Owen, the owner of OWENCO OILS LIMITED, A big oil merchant here in West Africa.

My parents was murdered on a sunday evening as they were returning from Evening Service at St. Agnes Catholic Parish.My uncles have succeeded in selling off most of my father's properties, even my father's workers have connived together to loot my father's funds, I have called on the Authorities and they seem to have used money to bribe all the Authorities who were supposed to come to my Rescue considering that I am a woman, as it stands now they want to also kill me.
I am currently with some documents showing that my father deposited the sum of US$10M with the Union Bank of Nigeria, I have the deposit certificate of the funds and now I am willing to give you 30% and 20% For Charity Organizations based on what I saw my father tell me in the dream,and then I will use 50% to set up an Investment which we can manage together

I want you to try and send to me this details: 1. Your Complete Name 2. Maybe your Photo 3.Your Telephone number.

I really need your assistance,Please I want you to send me an email to my most secured email address{maryowen13@ymail.com}


Ms.Mary Owen

CREEPY DOM
Written by--Gaystapo--

Thought I would share as this is very important.

I have always been fascinated by the psychology of BDSM and how it interrelates with everyday "normal" circumstances we find ourselves in... and that is addressed in this post...

Also... I feel becoming a master of psychology is a matter of self-defense, in our world, where predators use it as a weapon to claim victims (both in and out of BDSM circles).

Gaystapo introduces the post with this: "This is a post I have put up in a couple of other places, including Jay Wiseman's group and my own profile. It's gotten a good response so far and I thought it would be appropriate here."

A Field Guide To "Creepy Dom"

  1. Introduction

This is a public service announcement for the BDSM and kink community. It is especially directed at anyone relatively new, and extra especially at anyone who ever bottoms. For the benefit of everyone?s mental health and safety, I would like to discuss the widespread phenomenon known as Creepy Dom.

Creepy Dom has many faces. He is almost always male, although I have encountered his rarer cousin, Creepy Domme, from time to time. Sometimes he seems only mildly annoying, at other times outright dangerous, but in general, he just gets scarier as you spend more time around him.

You all know this guy, or have at least heard of him. He?s the one who got banned from the local S&M club. He?s the asshole who just sent you a rude ?Submit to me now? message on Bondage.com? even though you?re listed as a femdom. He?s the guy who seriously abused your friend under the guise of ?D/s.? He might've even made the national news, but more likely, his victims have never reported him to the police.

Who am I to speak of Creepy Dom? Not an expert, by any means. I have, however, extensively observed this creature in all of its natural habitats, from internet message boards, to the dark corners of the local dungeon, to sleazy hotel rooms. My encounters with Creepy Dom have been many and varied, and started long before I was legally of age to enter the real life BDSM scene.

I found him first on the interwebs, preying on fourteen year old nymphets. Though I was young at the time (sixteen) I had a sense of responsibility for my community that not all of my fellow underaged kinksters shared, and I was concerned by what I saw going on. In an attempt to counteract the onslaught of Creepy Doms that plagued us wherever we attempted to gather in solidarity, I founded YouthKink, a small online forum that eventually drew about thirty members, specifically for those of us who were desperately kinky and too young to do anything about it. There, I and my co-moderators tried to disseminate information gleaned mostly from SM 101 and a few good websites.

The teens who frequented YouthKink were generally responsible sorts, determined not to do anything unsafe or illegal. But once in a while, we encountered this girl:

?my master says if ur a real slave u cant have ne limits!1111!!?

The poor thing was usually in an online or IRL relationship with a man old enough to be her father. This individual was her sole source of information on BDSM, and he fed her nothing but lies. My co-moderator and I would do our best to set her straight, sometimes with modest success. But all too often, the damage had been done.

When I entered the IRL BDSM scene on my 18th birthday, I was absurdly confident that my battles with Creepy Dom were over. The scene filters out all the bad guys, right? Everyone knows everyone, and so everyone knows if you're an asshole. I was so wrong. In fact, I fell into the hands of not one, not two, but three creepy doms that very first week. Two of them manifested their creep-ness immediately, one of them by asking that I immediately move to LA and become his live-in slave (!). One of them, however, hid his true nature from me for a long time. I foolishly trusted him, and was foolishly devoted to him. He eventually ending up abusing and raping me. All that my "true submission" got me was a disease, a broken heart, and a slew of psychological issues that remain, as of this date, largely unresolved. A cautionary tale.

After this, I became a bit of a connoisseur of Creepy Doms. In a time when I craved and needed sexual pain, but scorned true human contact, it occurred to me that the best people to prey on are the predators. If you're looking for trouble, Creepy Dom will always meet you halfway. One thing I discovered is that Creeps rarely pull anything really horrible on a first date, and better yet, you don't have to feel guilty that there won't be a second one. I learned how to spot 'em-- or rather, I learned that they would spot me. It was sort of a symbiotic relationship-- I got my needs met by allowing myself to be preyed upon in small doses.

I'm past that phase now, thank God. For several months, I lived virtually Creepy Dom Free, aside from the occasional, inevitable internet idiot. But just last night, alas, I had occasion to remember Creepy Dom, when we were approached by a prime specimen of the breed at Bondage A Go Go.

This... gentleman... began by intruding upon a scene in progress. He proceeded to speak only to Dylan and Clint, completely slighting me. He said he could get them into a private party at Mr. S. He asked us where we usually hang out, and when Clint said "The Citadel" he reacted with suppressed scorn. Before any of us fully knew what was happening, he had grabbed Dylan (who was already subspaced out) and forced him onto his knees, without so much as a 'by your leave.' "You can always tell if someone's submissive by doing this," he said, digging his finger into a pressure point on Dylan's wrist. He pointed out the involuntary twitch of one of Dylan's fingers, then reached for my arm to do the same to me.

"I didn't give you permission to touch me," I hissed.

He laughed, and said something to the effect that "she," on the other hand, was not submissive.

"My name is Asher, I am not she, I'm a transman, and not letting you touch me has nothing to do with whether I'm submissive," I informed him.

Finding no fertile ground in me, he focused his attention on Dylan. Clint sat by, not quite sure whether to interfere, but not willing, either, to leave Dylan alone with this person. To me, at the time, it looked like the two of them were both eating up all of this guy's bullshit. I left in disgust to get some air, still shaking with endorphins from my rudely interrupted scene.

When I returned, Jackass was done with Dylan, who was sitting around looking spaced out and lost, but not in his usual happy way. Jackass was promising extravagant Mr. S goodies to everyone, and trying to get contact info. Before he left, he apologized, condescendingly, for touching me without permission. I pointed out that he had also walked into the middle of our scene. He smirked, and repeated, "I apologize for touching you without permission."

The incident was full of red flags from start to finish. The guy was absolutely a text book case. He exhibited many traits which, come to think of it, I have seen in one form or another in all of my encounters with Creepy Dom. I am inspired to make a list of these traits, as sort of a field guide, using examples from my own experience. Here are some of the things to look out for.

  1. The Anatomy Of Creepy Dom

A. He comes on too strong, too fast

Creepy Dom is not just looking for something for one night. He is an abuser, and he needs someone to control over a long period of time. He will therefore come on very strong and friendly right off the bat, try to obtain contact info, and attempt to establish a more-than-casual relationship quite quickly.

Take the man from BaGG last night, who I'll call "Dave." He tried to instill a sense of gratitude or even indebtedness towards him with his "private party invitation" and offers of "Mr. S gift cards." Buying loyalty is a common Creepy Dom tactic.

Another guy, who I'll refer to as "Mitch," tried to turn a one night stand into a Dom/sub relationship by proclaiming that "he just knew this was the start of something really special." A Creepy Domme, "Liza," was talking about "our relationship" on the third date. Then there's the "Jake" from L.A. that I mentioned earlier, who tried to get me to move away from family, friends, home and school after barely knowing me for a week.

Creepy Dom wants quick commitment. In order to get it from you, he will try to convince you that you're really special, and you should feel privileged to have his attention. But if you've got a Creepy Dom pressing you for monogamy and/or submission, ask yourself why, if he's everything he says he is, he doesn't have someone on their knees before him already?

Creepy Dom is almost always alone. And there's a very good reason for that.

B. He's Consensuality Challenged

The laying on of hands without permission is a classic sign of a Creepy Dom. Almost every single Creepy Dom that I have encountered has done this. This is just one way in which one of his essential traits manifests: For all he may talk about being SSC (Safe, Sane and Consensual), he doesn't care shit about it.

Creepy Dom may not negotiate, or not negotiate enough. He may even voice scorn for the practice of negotiation. He will do things without asking, or only ask after the fact. "Liza" demanded that I call her 'mommy' without first asking if it was all right. "Molly" asked that I address her as 'big sister,' similarly without preamble. Luckily for all concerned, I am not an incest survivor.

If you pursue a relationship with Creepy Dom, the consensuality issues will not go away. They will, in fact, continue, and increase exponentially in severity. A case in point is the man who repeatedly tricked or forced me into having unprotected sex, and later, slipped me a date rape drug.

C. He "Has Connections" and is "Experienced"

Creepy Dom is, in his mind, Uberdom. Regardless of his level of experience or involvement with the community, he will tell you that he is a highly skilled dominant and has lots of well-connected friends. "Name dropping" is common-- he'll make sure you know about all the organizations he's involved with, and all the well-known players who are supposedly his buddies. He usually doesn't know any of them quite as well as he wants you to believe.

I once inadvertently assisted a Creepy Dom in the middle of an attempted name drop. He was trying to say something about a "well known rope top-- Jay Whatshisname."

"Jay Wiseman?" I asked. "Wrote SM 1O1?"

"He wrote SM 101?" Creepy Dom gawked.

Later that evening, he mentioned, to a new acquaintance, his friendship with "Jay Wiseman, author of SM 101."

Oy.

Rule of thumb: If you need to say you're a master, you probably aren't a master. Be wary of any top who brags excessively about his "experience" and "scene cred."

D. He "Essentializes" Dominance And Submission

Creepy Dom has a theory. He thinks dominance and submission are innate personality traits that manifest, not only in a scene, but in all walks of life. Dominance is a tao, to him. He may talk about "true dominance" or "true masters," "true submission" and "true slaves." He thinks he can spot people who are "naturally" submissive because of superficial traits. Shyness is a popular sign of "true" submission. So is indecisiveness. For another example, see 'Dave's' pressure point test.

Some Creepy Doms have a strong New Age twist, and these tend to have the most amusing and infuriating theories of D/s of all. One guy, 'Mitch,' simply characterized dominance and submission as "masculine" and "feminine," which is a rather Gorean way of looking at it. Another, one of the more unpleasant internet Creepy Doms I've encountered, assumed right off the bat that because I was "submissive" I must have been "abused in childhood." (When I rejected him, he immediately wished me post traumatic flashbacks.)

Now, some truly decent people hold similar ideas about the innateness of dominance and submission, so this can get tricky. Don't use this sign alone to spot a Creepy Dom. But most Creepy Doms will hold forth extensively on this topic, because it ties into my next point--

E. He Manipulates Your Desire To Be A Good Bottom

A Creepy Dom will try to draw you in with praise, saying he knew from the instant he saw you that you were a "true submissive."

For example, 'Dave' flattered Dylan when he proclaimed the results of his little 'pressure point' test. Dylan was clearly submissive, and even his unconscious reflexes said so. This was a big pat on the back.

On the other hand, the moment I rejected 'Dave,' I was proclaimed to be "not submissive." Obviously anyone who has the ability to draw boundaries does not have the "natural gift of submission."

This is the main method of Creepy Dom. Obeying him is rewarded with praise, and especially with the affirmation that you are a "true submissive," a "real slave." On the other hand, limit setting is labeled "topping from the bottom" and leads him instantly to the conclusion that you are not, in fact, truly submissive.

Case in point: "Lily" was a Creepy Domme who found one of my friends on Craigslist. She took him to the now-closed Power Exchange, tied him to a chair, and left him there for an hour. While she was gone, another couple sat down close by and starting going at it. My friend was unable to move away, with the result that he got a stranger's body fluids all over him. When Lily came back, he was on the verge of a breakdown. The next day, when he tried to tell her that what she did wasn't OK, he was reprimanded and told not to "top from the bottom."

The man who really hurt me badly talked about innate dominance and submission a lot. He convinced me, for a while, that because I was "naturally submissive" I "needed" a dominant to "mentor" me through life-- and of course, he was just the man.

A related point-- Creepy Doms generally know how to induce subspace quickly, and also know how to take advantage of it. Dylan was unable to refuse 'Dave' last night because he had literally been put into an altered state. "It was a weird subspace," he said later. "It didn't feel as happy as it [subspace] usually does."

Hearing him say that brought back not-so-fond memories of how a "really deep subspace" can be turned almost seamlessly into Stockholm syndrome.

F. He's Usually Doing Something Wrong

Of course, the most important sign of a Creepy Dom is that he's actually saying or doing something fucked up. He usually shows his true colors pretty quickly, but he often does so in small, excusable ways. Make no mistake-- these guys are often pretty charming, and seem so confident in their "experience" and "scene cred" that it can be hard to call it like you see it, even when what he's doing is really wrong.

Try to step back and ask yourself if what he's doing is really OK. Did he intrude on a scene in progress? Has he touched someone without permission? Is he breaking the club rules, or the rules of common courtesy? Does he use his toys clumsily or unsafely? Does he neglect barrier protection?

Most of the Creepy Doms I have encountered were, in fact, almost constantly guilty of discourtesy, stupidity and deceit. One guy pulled me aside to suck his cock in a corner at a party where sex was prohibited. Another man bragged about fucking a woman so roughly that the friction of the carpet tore bleeding wounds in her back. Another guy talked to me at length about his scorn for predatory dominants who pounce on the newbies the minute they come through the door, despite the fact that it was the night of my 18th birthday and he was about to ask me to play.

Usually there are obvious red flags present from the beginning. But we let them slide. We give these men and women the benefit of the doubt. We believe in their supposed "scene credentials" and take them at their word when they say they always play SSC.

Why?

  1. Conclusion

What is so intoxicating, and also so dangerous, about Creepy Dom, is that he does not distinguish between the scene and reality. This is why he thinks that dominant people are dominant all the time, and submissive people are doormats. This is why he doesn't negotiate or ask permission. This is why he has no regard for rules.

To him, it is not a game. He is not looking for a safe, sane and consensual relationship, with limits, safewords, and boundaries. He is a real control freak who wants to hurt you.

It can be really hot, at first, because let's face it-- none of us fantasize about negotiations and limits. We fantasize about some big rough brute coming up to us in the corner of a dark club and demanding exactly what he wants. And that's pretty much what this guy does. He makes it all real, and that is the source of his charm. That is also why he will destroy you.

Around him, there's no "off" time. Even when you aren't technically in a scene, he takes control of the situation. Although he may not say he's interested in 24/7, what he wants is complete power over you.

When all's said and done, Creepy Dom is just a classic abuser dressed up in leather. And that, my friends, is a lot less sexy than it sounds.



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