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| Show me a real Master...I believe the wanna-be Dominants have forgotten how to obtain...and keep...a devoted slave. We are not unpaid prostitutes that will "service" any man that claims to be an experienced Master....the real Master understands that the submissive woman wants to made helpless, often in chains or restraints, and have a real man manipulate her body while he displays his strength, his rage, and ultimately his compassion and love for the female body..the real Master, leaves his slave on the floor.. exhausted and panting his name.her entire body shaking from his touch...ready to do anything and everything that would please him so that he will let her stay and enjoy what only he can do to her body and mind...as highly sexual women we want to be forced to push past the limits our mothers taught us, see a man as having the ability to dispense pain and pleasure to us at will...find ourselves frightened of him but yet safe with him...we want to be the objects of his lust and his desires and look to him for the dirty pleasures that we are afraid to admit that we dream about...and then we want to show him what a talented sub can do!
I am a submissive...I have had the great privilege of being owned, enslaved, trained, and mentored...because of my associations with some true Masters & Dominants I have discovered the most erotic and pleasing aspects of the D/S relationship..I feel as if I have found freedom in chains, pleasure in properly dispensed pain, satisfaction in his withholding/giving of pleasure and safety at the feet of a strong, erotic Master....
So I continue to search...for the tall, muscular Dominant who would be my Master. The man that understands the lifestyle we have chosen. The man for whom I would crawl across the floor to lick what falls to his feet..the man who is most comfortable with a talented submissive (and an occasional "guest star") in his service. The man who knows how to own and care for a classic car or a thorobred...and accept the loyalty and adoration of a devoted slave that finds Heaven between his legs and Home sleeping at the foot of his bed...
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