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I have been "out" to myself as submissive for a good 4 years now so I suppose I am in the position where I know what I like and what I don't like so I will try to articulate it here.
Ultimately I am seeking a strong woman whose life has meaning. This meaning might come from their profession or the family they have raised, or something else. I'd like to serve someone with a sense of mission however small.
But then its kink - and this is where things don't seem to work out for me. I want a woman of substance, but also a woman who might enjoy spanking me, pegging me and cuckolding me. Are women of substance up for that?
In my experience so far - those who have seemed up for that - have also tended to have issues which meant that things either flared up or fizzled out. And of course I have the odd issue too.
But I am at a time in my life where - well - time is running out. To quote Andrew Marvell
"But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity."
If one cannot begin to become tolerant of other people's idiosyncrasies and dysfunctions (knowing that they will have to become tolerant of yours) when can you?
And as for me? Well I am academic by profession. Which would mean I am probably not suitable for very detail oriented mistresses. Adam Smith the economist once absent mindedly "put bread and butter into a teapot, drank the concoction, and declared it to be the worst cup of tea he ever had." - that is the kind of thing that I might do. So a mistress who had super exacting standards probably wouldn't be my ideal one.
However a mistress who is prepared to overlook a certain cack-handedness in my service, would gain from a level of project commitment that i can sustain - I am good at coming up with a short list of options for anything she might want, let her choose the best one, and then let me deal with all the implementation stuff. (for instance planning holidays - I am awesome at that)
And as for the rest, I am good company, fun, can make people laugh with an absurdist sense of humour, read lots and lots, I speak Italian and Chinese, I can cook but the only dish I am brilliant at is Porcini Risotto
The great thing about being in a couple is even banal stuff, like queueuing or watching X-Factor (or American Idol) becomes a pleasure. If any mistress would seek to share that please please write.
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I am very new to FemDom. I had my first experience in February 2009 -
when the snow fell so hard over London. A woman I had conversed with
on the Internet for a while was coming round. And this is how it went:
In February beneath the snows
When River Thames had thick ice floes
And all of London seemed to seize up
I waited for you with my knees up
Waited for you unknown Domme
Who's whisk me off to deepest Sodom
Waiting till you might arrive
Subzero on the communal drive
And so you did: but on that ice
Your wheels spun round and all that vice
We had in mind, was put on hold
While your jeep backwards, slowly rolled
You called me down to press my shoulder
Against your jeep's rear like a soldier
And so put clothes on, and arched my back
To pull your car back to the tarmac
We you'd parked it 'cross the street
You told me to go move my feet
And go back to the flat and wait
Exactly as you'd stipulate
With stockings on and butt plug in
Ready there for wine and sin!
And flowers and chocolates plain to see
As you entered flat, to enter me!
I went up kissed your head then kneeled
As you from fur coat slow unpeeled
And there I kissed your lovely feet
Like pious men might prophets greet!
And then I looked up and espied
This awesome scourge of my backside
You made me crawl on my own floor
To lead you through the living room door
You sat down and at your split crotch
You suddenly had me take watch
(I had not dined out down below
So long I worried if I still knew how!
But did not make a great big thing of it)
Cos really soon I got the swing of it Beavering away to richly feast
Upon that earthy liquid yeast
At times you pushed my head into it
My whole face bathed in your thick fluid
My eyebrows, fringe, even eye lashes
Were all as wet as doomed galoshes
Your waters washed me like a lake
Or like some glazing on a cake
My tongue was like an amphibious creature
Now gasps for air, now longs to eat ya!
You made my rear your sweet glove puppet
When seeking to put forehand up it
You caused me there both joy and pain
Like a plumber who'd unblock my drain
From blockages that there accrued
And made me feel such gratitude
For when I can't sleep, turn and twisted
I think of how I was thus fisted
You called your bag your box of tricks
And in it lived prosthetic dicks
A dinky one to prize the tight butt
And bigger one to pound a right slut
Each one had sweet straps and buckles
A horn of plenty wedding tackles
A great brocade of pink torpedos
To plunge through tights and holes and speedos
You came to my place so equipped
With things to be inside me dipped
And yet what's so incredible
Was you were gorgeous beautiful
Your skin was perfect: all your face
Had curves that seemed to curve through space
And yet when you wore thick rimmed glasses
More gorgeous still: I smelled molasses
Shattered coconuts, heard calypso
Watched smile creep softly cross your lips so
Full and round - the dreadlocked hair
O'er chocolate skin yet light and fair
And rough against my sweated cheeks
That grimaced to my groans and shrieks
Yet also twixt your lovely thighs
Was in your waters well baptized
What holy waters were I soaken in
What holy holes were roughly broken in!
How you broke my every barrier
Mental, social, through my derriere
How I need to praise you thoroughly
Never half-arsed, never hurriedly
How I need to love you orally
Just ever ever more more, really!
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