MistressM79

I am searching anew on this site, since it is now up and functional. I have not the foggiest why I either find perfection or unacceptable here in TX, where I lived before there were many choices all fairly equal. I do need to make it known I am in no way shape or form here for hire. As a mistress, I have heard all the fetishes and it bores me when so many are clearly just trying to get me to talk dirty to them. There are perfectly legal ways to achieve this, though I am not one of them. Intelligence would be beyond refreshing at this point. 

Nothing, exactly what I came to this site with and in all likelihood all I will leave this site with. Decent enough in theory, but ultimately just another conglomeration of those flighty gremlins we all attempt to escape. One day, I will have this endless time necessary to waste in the search of my slave, right now, I have a life. 

Research, I love it; I hate it. I love knowing what is going on beneath the surface. At the same time it renders me an observer and I hate the passivity that implies. Practicality dictates that I precede crystal clear on my prey, but I am also a Mistress who can wing it with gusto. I enjoy reading people and hardly anyone surprises me much anymore and even when they do, I am rarely at a loss with how to handle myself and the situation, benefit of age, I suppose. I guess I am enjoying the hunt, I am sitting here smiling thinking about my prey. 

I am newly driven by my sense of purpose, a feeling of being in precisely the right place at the perfect moment is moving through my life. This is no accident nor serendipitous turn of fate, but  rather the culmination of a great deal of planning and forethought. I am a serious soul as they say. It is truly gratifying to stand on the precipice and look down over my achievements and find them pleasing, given the environment at large, a difficult though by no means impossible feat. And I have every intention of drinking in the view before I plunge back down into my work. Were I something more of a drinker, I might raise a glass, but for a start I will let a smile play at the corners of my mouth.   

I am in my quest for a quality male consensual non-consensual domestic slave. This man I am seeking is newer to submission, so that I may break him in to what he needs to be to fully realize that he is a slave. My needs, my wants and my responsibility to see us both grow in our respective roles. I have so much to share with him, so much to learn with him and I am impatient to begin. However, I will not allow myself to hasten his arrival at my feet, I must wait so he can begin his submission internally and be of his whole mind when he submits to me for training. It is a heady exciting time and I am enjoying myself immensely.

I am a protocol lover. The pomp and circumstance are delicious. The formalization of my interactions with my slaves adds a level to our interactions. The way I feel is if I can touch my slave without a moment's hesitation, the element of overcoming the distance is rendered meaningless. When I close the distance between myself and the slave I want us both acutely aware of the space, each millimeter between us and how very close we are are and how I can close the gap any moment I wish, but he cannot. I want him to know that when I get that close, it is all business, all pleasure, all pain. He cannot feel that if I offer no alternative to constant physical contact during my time with him. The crossing of lines highlights what I am willing to do for him and how helpless he is waiting for me to do so. The heat comes from the physical barriers between being pushed down one inch at a time by my resolute hand. Patience is a virtue.

There is a man out there who knows why he needs to be on his knees, he is not caught up in some fantasy where he is the boss. He is smart enough to know how blissful it is to be used completely by another, for him, this bliss is found next to a woman's feet. 

This woman who he seeks is more than confident, she is experienced, clear about what she wants from him, what she intends to take from him, savvy enough to read him and not afraid to grab him and get in his face. This is no girl flirting and controlling with her sexual wantonness, acting like a little lost thing and submitting, this is a grown woman, cultured, refined, dust of the earth type of warrior. She has her own brand of sexy and it is not the same as a puppy or kitten, hers is fierce, unyielding because she has gotten exactly what she has wanted in the past and is not going to take no for an answer ever again. 

He is a little afraid of her, and that is because he is smart enough to know he has nothing over on her and she knows it.

He says "Yes, Mistress." and he catches the hint of a smile pulling at his Mistress' lips out of the very corner of his vision. His head is bowed and he is on his knees. He loves being in this place, submitting. 

I am seeking this man.