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"The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others"
Ghandi
Into intense role play, bondage, cock worship, very oral. I love to spank; belts, floggers, ruler, hands. Chains are my preferred method of bondage, however I am skilled in hogties (metal of-course) and rope bondage. Wax play, full body. Breast play, nipple torture, I also have experience in lactation. I will take you, name calling and more. You will wear my seed all over your body. I prefer to ride bare back so you will need to prove that you are clean, I can.
Hard limits will be respected.
I will control your body, your attitude and your behavior. I will control it in all ways, at all times, in all situations, as I see fit. You will obey and have only the rights to leave and know I accept my responsibility for you. (this can not happen over night.)
Once upon a time I was asked what BDSM meant to me. This question is meant to define me and classify me. This is such a complex question. I find this hard to answer not because I do not know myself but because as humans W/we are capable of so many different states. Am I capable of Vanilla love? Yes. Could I live on the edge of S&M? Yes. Could I dwell in the nether regions in between? Yes. The mind is the ultimate sexual organ, stimulate it and the body will follow. Do I need to have the submission of a woman? Yes. Does it boost my ego? I'd be lying if I said no. How does One person tell another person what to expect from them when, W/we have been brought up in polite society, and as such one does not talk about anything but the unimportant and insignificant. O/one is taught to keep O/one's feeling to themselves. How is it that W/we are to find a soul-mate when O/one's soul is dark and foul, according to that same polite society, and W/we must not tell anyone what W/we truly feel or think? How can a man tell a free thinking woman that he wants her to be his slut, to bind her in the love chains of submission, to make her over into his own personal love whore, to release the animal that resides with her depths only to cage her with His love and tame her and make her purr.
Take away the constraints of polite society and suddenly O/one can do anything. With the hammer of discipline striking against the anvil of time He can forge her molten soul into any shape He desires, tempering her with her own tears. Binding her in the chains of T/thier own making, to capture and release her heart in the same motion, to own her soul just by taking it.
On punishment, a true slave will punish herself far greater than her Master will ever have to if she realizes she has done wrong and deserves punishment. My job therefore is simply to impart, on the one that serves, my displeasure when I am displeased.
Thoughts about Subspace.I have heard much talk about sub-space and though I am not an expert on the subject these are my thoughts. As to the HOW and WHY well that is as different as each woman. Have you EVER been to subspace? Well you'll never get there the first time. A woman has to be willing to put her life figuratively speaking of course into the hands of her dominant and let go these mortal coils. This is not as easy as it seems, as I said she must be WILLING to place her life, her emotional well being, into the hands of another. How many of us have truly done that before. I mean after the first time that is, for the first we did it we got hurt. Remember the adage once bitten twice shy.
She must be honest with herself, honest enough to share not only her heart but her soul. How can you tell a stranger all the darkness contained within your soul? Most ladies I have talked to say that they are shy and would like him to tell them what to do. I say tell me what scares you, what you fear to reveal to anyone, what you lock away from yourself, then we can attain subspace.
"Look into the dark places you fear to tread and you shall see me looking back." Dune
Something that takes time one session one hundred one never knows. A guide will assist you with the journey and might speed up the transition but it comes down to you. The only way you will get there is through experience.
It is up to the Dom in a loving and trusting relationship to make the decisions, however He must earn the trust of the submissive. If a Dom was to expose a novice to extreme or hardcore play he runs the risk of frightening her and having her fear BDSM.
It is therefore My opinion that if the Dom is gentle at fist, asking about her experiences and limits and proving to her He can be trusted then He can train her.
There is the right way to do something and the wrong way. The wrong way to make a horse take a saddle I feel is cruel and is called breaking the horse. Spurs are used to dig into the horse as a rider tries to hold on and wear the horse out thus breaking it's spirit.
The right way is to gentle the horse, touching it brushing it and getting it used to your presence, the feel of the tack and saddle to win it's trust. This is a far more effective way in my opinion because the horse's spirit is still intact.
There are those women who wish to be slaves. A woman with her free will is much more attractive, she decides to submit to her Dom's will, she chooses her Dom she trusts her Dom and what he wants she is willing to give. Her limits become his to set. So when I ask a question I am trying to get to know and to understand where the woman is in her journey, where she wants to go, and how far I can take her.
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On the twelfth day of christmas your DOM will give to thee
A twelve tailed flogger
eleven steel clothes pegs
Ten lengths of silk rope
nine french ticklers
an eight inch dildo
seven knots of your choice
six inch stilettos
FIVE GOLD PINS
four leather restrains
three lovely chained clamps
two ben wa balls and
a knife in a shinny case |
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A DOM with his sub.
Moving across the room, I see you seeing me come towards you. I gesture with my hand for you to rise, locking my eyes onto yours. You quickly look away, casting your eyes down as you rise. My hand slides to your breast bone, you shiver with anticipation. I spread my fingers and move my hand up towards your neck. As I wrap my fingers around your neck a gasp escapes your lips. My mouth moves to your ear, whispering "I want you." "Yes," you say. "I am yours Ma...." your last syllables cut off by my grasp on your neck. I tear at your blouse, buttons fly. Grasping your bra I pull it up, your arms raise offering me no resistance. Your bra and blouse fall to the floor. I begin to feast on your flesh, your neck, shoulder, breasts, nipples. You taste divine.
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| Age: 22 |
| London,
United Kingdom |
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