I’m not open to relocating, and I’m not seeking long-distance or online-only dynamics.
I’m here for something intentional and consuming — a bond built on devotion, discipline, and the slow unraveling of who I used to be. I’m a submissive woman who thrives under rules and routines, who finds comfort in consistency and purpose in pleasing. I crave the kind of domination that reshapes how I think, feel, and move through the world — not just in moments of play, but in the quiet, obedient spaces between.
I ache to be trained. Softly conditioned. Held accountable with words that leave me breathless. I get wet when I’m corrected. When I’m denied. When I’m reminded that I am not mine.
I want to be rewritten — not broken, but gently rebuilt into something you cherish and claim.
Call me good girl. Call me whore. I need both to feel whole.
What I’m Looking For:
A man who wants more than control — who wants connection woven through every rule, every ritual. You don’t dominate for the performance of it. You do it because it’s who you are. Your expectations have weight. Your voice becomes the axis I spin around.
Maybe you like structure. Tasks. Affirmations. Rituals. Or maybe you just like knowing I’m yours in every small decision. However it looks, I want something real — something that deepens with time.
Limits:
I value consent, communication, and care — especially in deeper power exchange. I’m not looking for chaos. I’m looking for the kind of surrender that feels like coming home.
