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There is a need, a craving, an urge deep within me that I must address. It all seems to contradict themselves; yet, I know that the “He” will have a full understanding of my craving. My need to be enslaved so that I can be free.
In my ideal it is a beautiful relationship filled with laughter and respect. He cares about my dreams and is my biggest fan as I reach for whatever goals I have set for myself. He respects me. And then he slaps me across the face and tells me to bend over.
He does not need to “discipline me too often. I am an educated and responsible adult. I always do my best and that includes m y best efforts to meet his needs and serve his pleasures. But there are times when I find myself writhing in agony as he tells me that I am his to do with whatever he pleases. And as the tears flow down my face, I am so grateful for the security of belonging that I genuinely express my gratitude.
It starts from respect. I could never submit to a man that I did not respect. Therein lay my limits. A man I would respect would not venture into areas that are unethical, immoral, or unhygienic. As long as he has my respect he has my submission.
Respect starts at the very first moment of introduction. I do not feel respect towards men who are married, men who speak harshly or men who share pictures of their genitals with strangers for whatever thrill it gives them. I am not passing judgment, but if any of that describes you then I will not be interested in meeting. I tend to like men with education, a conservative world view, and a clean-cut appearance. Again – no judgment- it just happens to be what I like.
I am moving to the DC area this summer (& visiting this spring as I work out the logistics). I hope to make friends through this site, but more than that—I hope to find “Him”. It starts with saying hello….
P.S.- I am not interested in long distance relationships. I do not think I will find what I need in one. I am also not willing to enter into a polyamorous situation. A great deal of this is , for me, about security. Sharing my partner with others creates an insecure relationship. And finally, I am not looking to scene, hook-up or play. What I wnat is real and it takes time, energy and effort to get there.
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