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I am tired of dreaming of kneeling at your feet, my leash firm in your hand, my cheek soft upon your thigh.

I know that my demeanor is not always as submissive as it should be, but you know best how to bring my irreverent humor to heel. Your touch, so soft and cruel in the same tempestuous moment has sent me many a sleepless night. Our moans of ecstasy, broken only by the silence of a fresh pink welt rising from my pale skin, have joined the stars. My heart is ready to follow where you so gently, firmly, irrevocably lead. Both of us, finding, meeting, and exceeding the boundaries that have limited us thus far...

I took time away from this lifestyle to raise my child and now that the nest is empty, its time to search in earnest for the One I long to worship. He shall be a Man of wit, grace, and strength. He will respect me as much as I adore him, push me to exceed my boundaries and his expectations. And he will prefer plump blonds -)