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Sirjohnm339
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| I am a submissive female looking for a real life relationship. Yes, a relationship. Not just a fling. If you are a SINGLE dominant male interested in a sexy, slightly chubby, submissive female. Let me know.
My limits: No children, body wastes, spit or blood, no needles, knives, guns or animals.
Interests: I would like to be taught, yes actually taught. I would like to be dressed to please, to bow/kneel to my Dom, to please him in every way he demands. I need to be punished when I am bad and taught to not be quite so bratty.
I would love to be given a weekly weight loss goal. Put me on a scale and check it! Make sure I am fulfilling my requirements. And if I'm not, punish me.
I have a career I love and am not looking to be cared for or supported. I just want a naturally dominant fabulous leader to help me be the best person I can be. Is that so much to ask?
I am a handful, but well worth the effort if you choose to train me.
And please, let's be clear. I will not cam with you or send you nude pictures of myself. I believe my submission is a gift I will offer to the one man whom deserves it. Therefore, I will not be giving myself to someone on a first date. I will not allow myself to be badgered into submission on a first date. My submission is not going to be randomly given to just anyone. So if you want a one night stand, or think this lifestyle is just about sex, you should move on to someone else right now.
And if I do not feel you are the right one, I will tell you. Please understand and don't start sending me nasty emails complaining about how much of a hateful Bi--h I am. That just proves to me I was right.
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Persistent Genital Arousal Disorder (PGAD), originally called Persistent Sexual Arousal Syndrome (PSAS) and also known as Restless Genital Syndrome or Mempin Syndrome (ReGS or RGS
) results in a spontaneous, persistent, and uncontrollable genital arousal, with or without orgasm or genital engorgement, unrelated to any feelings of sexual desire.
So I was watching a documentary on this 'syndrome' today. This was the life of 3 women "sticken" with this syndrome. One was seeking help from her OB to help relieve her of this afliction, another was seeking help from her church to release her from this curse of her, "womb which has been cursed by satan". Yes I did quote that. The other has a steady supply of batteries sent to her home.
So I'm watching this and thinking, please God! Strike me down! Give me this affliction.
One lady said she can easily orgasm 100 times/day. Dozens of times/hour. How unfair!
And they are upset??????
This is just so unfair. I am pissed I dont have this cursed disease!
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This would be my newest FYI for the men out there.
1. When sending an email to a new lady, it isnt necessary to add your penis. We are not men, we do not sit around masturbating while looking at your "member".
2. If you do send pics of your "member" it would be a good idea to make sure you are clean and trim.
3. In pics you send and/or post, women will look at the background. We are more interested in how cleanly you are than your "member". We will notice if there are nasty tables, trash, cigarrette ashes on tables, sheets as window coverings, etc.
This is just not sexy. |
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Offered by an English professor from the University of Colorado for an actual Class
assignment:
The professor told his class one day: "Today we will experiment with
a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will
pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right. As homework
tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph of a short story.
You will e-mail your partner that paragraph and send another copy to me.
The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph
to the story and send it back, also sending another copy to me. The
first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back-and-forth.
Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story
coherent.
There is to be absolutely NO talking outside of the e-mails and
anything you wish to say must be written in the e - mail. The story
is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached." The following was
actually turned in by two of his English students: Rebecca and Gary.
THE STORY:
(first paragraph by Rebecca)
At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought
about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out
of the question.
(second paragraph by Gary)
Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron
now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about
than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he
had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation
17," he said into his transgalactic communicator." Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.
(Rebecca)
He hit his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspaper to read, no television to distract her
from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around
her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered
wistfully.
(Gary)
Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dimwitted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace disarmament Treaty through the congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough
firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly
initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid Laurie.
(Rebecca)
This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My
writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent.
(Gary)
Yeah? Well, my writing partner is a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. "Oh, shall I have chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of F-- KING TEA??? Oh no, what am I to do? I'm such an air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels!"
(Rebecca)
As*h@le.
(Gary)
B*tch!
(Rebecca)
F**K YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!!
(Gary)
In your dreams, Ho. Go drink some tea.
(TEACHER)
A+ - I really liked this one |
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So this is an email I recieved. FYI: this is an example of how to get me to ignore you.
I'm not here to show you respect or make you my slave, or even say how good you look.....
I'm here to see if you want to enter into the darker side of being a slave and to be sold in to it, to one of my clients that I think would be interested in you and brake you in training you to their needs and wants. Willing or not.....
This is a real offer not a game or joke this will be life long and total also I have to say I have a client that is after a slave of your age range for more than the usual different twist to it all. It will be life long and no freedom from the lifestyle will ever happen if you take this offer up.
Simple you would be a birthday gift. The client wants a slave to give to his son in training him to be a total master and know how to use a no limits slave and to look after it.
All will be still under the farther who has been in the lifestyle over 40 years and will have full control of the training and he will be training his son in extreme use of a slave with no mercy or restraint at all in a well set up dungeon basement.
Your age is an advantage as it will be hard for the son to form a bond to a much older slave than one close to his age. Understand this you would be cutting all ties with your past life completely and be a total slave for the rest of your life.
Also having no concern for your safety, He would be trained to take full control with no respect for your safety at all.
There is one thing the father would like one thing to happen to the slave, but that will be more your body condition and it's not to late. But will explain that later. Even when the son has learned what skills he needs, he may keep you or sell you back to me at a reduce rate and I would then resell you on to a new master and you would have no rights or control over the matter or events that may happen to you.
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| Age: 23 |
| United Kingdom |
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