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| When I was about 11 years old, I had a dream I was heading downstairs for dinner, when I noticed a tall woman with dark hair running towards me from the backyard. She was clad in skin-tight black spandex, with a mask covering her face. I realized it was Catwoman coming to kidnap me. I started to run, heading towards the front door, but she was fast. As I ran out the front door, she snatched me, tied me up and put me in the back seat of her convertible. As she sped away she kept one hand on the wheel and another on me, to make sure I wouldn't try to escape. When I was running, I was scared, but when she caught me, I had never been so happy in my whole life. I suddenly woke up, and knew this is what I wanted. My fantasies have evolved over time, but I long for a respectable woman who wants me all to herself.
Pretty soon after, I didn't just want to see women in skin tight clothes, but I wanted to wear them too. When I wear tight clothes, it feels like being safe, taken care of, as if my identity has been taken away and I'm now nothing but a slave who belongs to a beautiful woman, but I am not worthy to see her face, so she wears a mask.
My fantasies include latex and zenati enclosure, role play, bondage and discipline. My dream is to enjoy my vanilla life by day and my true life by night. The balance between fantasy and reality has been my greatest struggle like so many others. But through certain experiences, I have come to be truly proud of who I am for many reasons.
Submitting is my way of showing love, respect and true devotion. I want a woman who desires me so much that she keeps me locked up all for herself.
I also enjoy puppy play, cages and crawling. I have ventured into some more intense practices as well. As long as my Mistress wants it, and it is safe, I will please her.
I am not looking for hook ups. I want a relationship. For me, that is what this world is about.
Privacy is of the utmost importance for me. I understand that some people take public pride in our world of bd/sm/fetish, but I respect even more those who keep it to themselves. Most of us grew up afraid of the consequences of friends, family and co-workers not understanding, thinking we are sick. But we aren't sick. I believe are enlightened.
Once in a while, I like to switch, but I can live without it. I think I'm pretty good at being dominant, but it is nothing compared to my desire to submit.
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