I was a slave, once. A masochist. An object. A very good girl. Now I have responsibilities to my career, to my relationships, to life. I am still a masochist, a slave, and a beauty for objectification, but I have no outlet for it.

I cannot have it full time, probably never again. I cannot go back to being a slave but I can't live without it either. It's killing me.

I have life-imposed limits some people may not want to deal with. Such as you can fuck my head, fuck my body, use me completely but you cannot leave marks that will last on me. I crave those marks, worse than you can imagine, but I can't have them anymore.

I need hard, intense play with someone who doesn't care I have to go back to my life when it's over. No strings, no questions slave-girl trapped in real-life body needs outlet bad.