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| Lonely slave ISO a Mistress.
I run a small business in DC during the week, and I'm inseperable from my kid in the boonies on the weekends. I have no wife or girlfriend, and I won't look for either until my kid is grown. During the week, my kid is covered, and I often stay in Alexandria, all by my lonesome.
I typically sit here, browse the net, watch tv, whack off, go to bed. I am embarrassed at how undisciplined my routine is, I could be so much more useful.
I could be using that time to wash dishes, clean a bathroom, wash laundry. Instead of whacking off to minimally please myself, I could be pleasing someone else. I could free her from boring chores, attend to her needs, help her relieve stress or entertain her or her friends.
Maybe you need to let out a little frustration? I could be tied to something and whipped to your satisfaction. Maybe you need a service provider for yourself or for your next party? Or, maybe you'd like to hold the key that guarantees a guy's obedience and service.
I love being restrained and helpless, and coerced to do things I wouldn't ordinarily do, like give service to whomever you say, or like serving as a toilet. The idea of wearing a chastity device, with someone else holding the key, is fascinating and delicious to me.
Where is the Mistress who will greet me with a hug, close the door, then either reach down and tease my member or give it a knee hard enough to make me drop? Tied to her bed, how many swats to my privates will satisfy her? How long shall I breathlessly lick while under her rear? How many tears will she require? Where is the Goddess who will call me when she is out of cigarettes, tell me to bring her a drink, and give me something of her own to drink? Where is the woman who will lock it up for me, dangle the key in front of me, call to tease me with inspiring thoughts? Where is the ruler of my manhood who will call me, promising that tonight is the night, and greet me at the door with a surprise that I must deal with first – a humiliating task, a guest that I must service, a bowl of her excrement?
There used to be a profile here for an Asian lady in her twenties. She said that if someone properly convinced her of his sincerity and compensated her, she could introduce him to real sexual slavery by having him imprisoned at a brothel in Bangkok for six months. I find that to be an attractive idea, though not a realistic option for a single dad who runs a small business.
So, if you think I might be useful, please send me a note.
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