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| Hello. I have returned just to have a presence here for a submissive who is very special to me. I am not seeking others.
She's a beautiful young submissive. I know she doesn't realize just how beautiful she is. Big beautiful eyes...a shy smile...her hair brushing around the sides of her face...very fair skin that blushes deep red when complimented or when she was embarrassed...long, toned legs that terminated to a perfect bottom...perky breasts with the nicest and most sensitive nipples one could want...a perfect little package...a little doll.
She's faced and facing challenges in her life. I know things are difficult for her often in her situation. I know she's had good influences in her life as well as people who teated her as she never deserved. All of these have made her a stronger young woman. But I have seen the other side of her. The meek submissive willing to give herself to please...
I've met others and "played" with others but there was no comparison. She "gets it". I've searched for others to put her in situations she wished to be involved in. Am I obsessed? Maybe a little. She came into my life at a time when I was in such a rut I didn't have one anymore. Work, sleep, and more work. I just didn't care anymore. Life had become like a never ending treadmill. Day in and day out were the same. Everyone asleep when I get home from work...get up in the morning and everyone has already gone on about their life. Back in the truck alone for the day. It was so nice meeting her, then chatting after work or texting during the day...she brought me back to life.
Now life has seemed to take her away...just as quickly as she entered it. I know it wouldn't take much for her to find a more suitable dominant, closer her age or situation. She's certainly deserving of someone who can give her more time. The day we met I found myself constantly holding back...not wanting to take her too far...limiting myself for fear of scaring off this young, delicate little doll. Maybe I should have been more firm...
She knows how to reach me. Ultimately I want her to be happy. She deserves it. If she's found another I hope they see her as I did through my eyes. I may never know what happened or why she couldn't tell me what was wrong.
I know if you read this you will realize it's about you. I don't want to intefere in your life and wish you the very best. I can only hope to hear from you again. I won't initiate contact, seems like I would always get you at a bad time or our conversations would end quickly. I wish we could talk.
The "one in a million" name isn't a pat on my back...it's a tribute to her....
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