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Somewhere along the way, I got lost.
The easy smiles, the bubbly personality, the willingness to push someone to explore. The not-so-inner slut. The depraved, desperate slave. Fallen by the wayside.
Life happens, right?
This profile exists for me to reconnect with fantasy. So that I can bring myself back to reality. Somewhere, somehow, this thing called life has cracked the inner parts of me that allow a dominant man to get close.
I crave discipline, etiquette. I long to be a 1950s housewife. I long to be a pleasure slave, dancing in firelight with bells on. I long to be immobilized and abandoned. I long to be spoiled and treasured. I long to bleed.
Discretion is a must.
Head games come only after eye contact, and eye contact with me depends on how well you can be trusted.
I am a scared, sensitive, defensive, near-broken little bird. Please be conscious of your approach. You don't get a second chance to make a first impression.
Note: Chat requests don't work. They will be declined.
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For those who are waiting for me to make the first move:
My problem is exactly as you describe; I'm moving at my pace. Which isn't getting me anywhere.
That's why I made this profile, so that fantasy would happen. Someone would recognize that a submissive in control of herself and her own life is going to derail. And someone would step in and go, "Life can wait. Right now, you focus on me."
I don't want to set any pace, I want to follow one.
Why are so many shocked by this? |
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"The Breaking Point." A matter of pride, a matter of contention. When it all falls to the floor, does it matter how much it took to make it happen? |
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| Age: 23 |
| Bucharest,
Romania |
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