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I'm looking for a Dom in the bedroom... and maybe outside of it for the right Master. I can't help being hyper organized and in control of my daily life. I want to please someone. I want to know exactly how to please someone. I want clear expectations, and reward and punishment system, and a lot of fun! The first time I had sex I knew I needed more. It took a few years to figure out what that more was. I'm hyper in control of my daily life, so I like to relax in the bedroom and follow orders without thinking, to please without having to question. (Please don't call my tits udders... I am not a farm yard animal, I am a girl.)
1/10/2016 3:56:53 PM
It is not very often but I do, on occasion, feel like a little. I feel like the world is a big, open, scary place and I'm just lost in it. Sometimes I want a Daddy to hold me and tell me that I am a good girl, that I am his good girl.

But my little feelings go away, then I'm left with a Daddy who is missing his little girl. I'm left with a Daddy who wants to help and guide me when I'm totally capable of handling the world on my own.

I think I want a Daddy who can hold me close and nuzzle my ear one night then slap my face, call me slut, and fuck the daylights out of me the next.
3/25/2015 5:38:13 PM
The first time I had sex my first thought was, "That's it?" and not because he didn't last long enough. I just wanted more, I wanted rougher, I wanted a deeper kind of pleasure and a deeper release. I had heard of the lifestyle and began to google various topics. Let's just say I did a lot of "research." Eventually I came to the fact that I wanted to be submissive in a relationship, but I had no idea how to go about even finding anyone else in the lifestyle. I'm ashamed to say I put up a personal ad on craigslist that included my phone number. My phone essentially blew up. 

However, I did actually meet my first Master through that ad, and he turned me onto this site. So not all was lost.
2/24/2015 7:24:24 PM
THE TWO PARTS OF ME

I balance the two parts of me every day. It is a struggle and a secret. I don't want the struggle to be a secret. I want someone to understand it, to understand me. I am always hiding a part of me in order to please... please my family, please my boss, please a Dominant, please myself

Margaret: Organized/ Scheduled/ Busy/ Clean/ Independent/ Strong   

jess: submissive, small, quiet, afraid, alone,
1/13/2013 9:06:59 AM

I'm wearing thigh high stockings and heels that make me feel unsteady. My dress is tight on my tits but flows over my body. I know I look sexy and You're going to fuck me tonight. You walk up behind me and gently slip a blindfold over my eyes.

 

"Look at my sexy litte whore, all ready to be fucked."

 

I can feel your body heat behind me, but you don't touch me, not yet. First you want me to touch myself. "Make yourself good and wet you dirty slut."

 

I slide my fingers down my body and reach to my sex. My fingers glide gently over my clit and my whole body shivers. I start moving my fingers around in circles, just the way I love. Because of my blindfold I can't see you as you start to run your fingers up my legs, starting at my ankles and sliding them all the way up to the back of my thighs, over and over. Next your hands start to work around my body, feeling my sexy curves but never touching my breasts. You can hear me getting close to cumming.

 

Your body presses against my back and you touch my sides and shoulders, but avoid my breasts still. Your right hand slips around my neck and you pull my head back to rest against your shoulder.

 

"Hmmm my little slut is getting a little too excited. Stop touching yourself," you command. But I'm too close to stop willingly.

 

"Stop," you command again. But I keep going. You reach down and slap my hand away from my pussy as you pull my neck back to you tighter. "Hmmm my little slut is naughty tonight. Well if you're going to behave like a whore then you are going to get treated like one."

 

You rip the front of my dress open and pull it almost all the way off, but use it to tie my hands together above my head.

You hook me up to the ceilling and leave me standing there, blindfolded and barely able to touch the ground. 

 

Where is this story going to go? What do you want to do to me?

switchtolove
 
 Age: 23
  Michigan