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Hi and thanks for reading my profile, I just joined this site in September of 2011. I had a great summer this year, so now I am settling down into my work, and am looking for a fun person to be with for the upcoming fall months. (and longer if everything goes right!) I live at the beach here down in south orange county, love the beach, and everything that is involved in the beach lifestyle. I surf as much as I can, with work and all, trying to find a good balance for everything. This summer I believe I have found this, maybe that’s why I had such a fun summer. I own my own business so I can make my own hours, but it also means I work a LOT of hours, and I think I am getting addicted to my Iphone which is allowing me to work even more. But I always try to make time for those who matter and who are important to me. I am looking for someone dominant in and out of the bedroom, I am the boss at work, and am constantly bossing people around. I am pretty “vanilla” to the outside world, I am well educated, have an MBA from a private school. I am looking for someone who is pretty vanilla to the outside world, but has a very kinky mind and not shy in the bedroom or our relationship. I am not looking for a one night stand, I am not in college any more. I do not like pain, and prefer to be more of a loyal puppy dog type who thrives for your reward for good service and obedience. I like to be the wife in our relationship, to take care of your needs, cook dinner, give massages, do romantic things, and be your bottom girl when needed. I take care of myself physically, by surfing a lot, and going to the gym. I am pretty much a normal person, with normal interests in life, like going to the movies, dinners, reading, things like that.

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1/23/2014 12:35:15 PM

i wrote out a little fantasy i have, hope its not to weird! (and they say my college degree went towards nothing!)

 

I will arrive promptly at your house with a fresh cut rose in hand, I will hesitantly approach your walkway, walking slowly debating about whether to turn around and run back to my car parked out side. I am eager with anticipation to see what is behind the door, and nervously excited at the same time.

 

I do a final hair check with my sunglasses, and push the
doorbell to your open home. A couple of seconds pass by, and I start to
wonder if I am at the correct address, even though I triple checked it
before I walked up. After what seemed like a long minute, the door slowly
opens.

 

I yearn to see what is behind the opening door, is it slightly dark
inside, when I notice a note fall to the floor at my feet, and the door
shuts again with no words from the mystery person inside.

I bend down to see what the note contains. I begin to read the note and my
face feels flush, turning redder by the second.

 

The note has instructed me to take my shoes and socks off and enter the darkened home on my own. I of course do as I am told, I try to take one of my shoes off but lose my balance due to my nervousness and have to push my shoulder against the
doorway to keep from completely falling over. I finally bumble through
this task, and put my hand on the doorknob, I know there is no turning
back now. I have now entered Mistress's realm.

 

I open the door, and it is dark inside, with the somewhat muffled sound of
soft music playing in one of the bedrooms, but I cannot see or know which
one it is. The room has the wonderful aroma of female perfume still
lingering in the air, I am assuming it belongs to Mistress, but I can't
say for sure. I close the door behind me, which only makes the room seem
darker and that much smaller, I start to second guess my decision of
meeting someone from the internet.

 

I glance around the room some more trying to get a feel of who lives here, and I notice on a coffee table, another note next to a colored bag with tissue paper overflowing from the rim. I can only assume this note is to be read by me, and I slowly walk towards it. I hear creaking in one of the other rooms, like someone is watching me, seeing what I am like, like a panther in the jungle sizing up their prey. This makes me feel very aware of my surroundings, my blood is coursing through my body, normally I would run and flee, but the pending excitement of another note makes me stay. I open the note with trembling hands, and it instructs me to remove all of my clothes and neatly fold them on top of my shoes and socks and put them by the door. I do this and quickly feel much colder and vulnerable alone in the panther's den. The note has instructed me to put on the items in the bag that was next to the note.

 

I know whatever is in the bag would not be something I would wear out in public.
I remove the tissue paper and open the bag, inside I find a pair of thigh high stockings, and a satin teddy. Great I think to myself, I have been
eagerly awaiting to impress Mistress by my rugged appearance and
dashing smile, now she will have to meet me at my most defenseless, how
can I expect to make a good impression wearing something as un-manly as
this. It goes beyond everything I have been raised to believe in. I slide
the first stocking over my foot, it gets caught in my somewhat manicured nails, I feel like a fool. As the stocking goes further up my thigh, I instantly start to get more blood flowing to my penis, it feels so soft and silky against my manly hairy legs. I gracefully slide the camisole over my chest, it is tight against my muscles, the fabric strains and the soft brightly colored satin makes my white skin look a touch paler even with my California bronzed winter tan.


I then reach in the bag to get the matching satin bottoms, and see
another note on the bottom of the bag. I now know I am being controlled
in my every action; all choices are no longer up to me.

After sliding on the satin bottoms to my matching camisole, the note
instructs me to get on all fours and close my eyes and face the doorway. I
do as the handwriting instructs.

 

I can feel the cold floor even through the layed carpet, my head is bowed just slightly down, I feel ridiculous and wonder if all this orchestrated just to humiliate me, if so it is
working. I sit there for what feels like forever, until I hear the
approach of what I believe to be a hard soled shoe approach, all my senses
are alive at this moment, I fight every urge to turn around and take a
look at what or who is behind me. I can hear someone breathing and staring intently at me, every inch of my body is being inspected, I can only hope I have done everything to the notes instructions correctly. I feel another person getting closer, I can sense their energy in the room, I instinctively start to glide my ass back and forth a bit, a habit I am not accustomed to.

 

Suddenly I feel an being lightly run up and down my back, it is the
panther's first strike. It is definitely a hard , but has some
bend to it, moving up and down in a stroking teasing motion. What must be some sort of extension to their hand is examining my body, more in a
curious fashion.

 

One that I think is pondering their next move, but I know
if it is Mistress she has a plan. I can feel the pole like go
under my stomach and it silently orders me to spread my legs a little more
with a light slapping motion, I quickly do as I have been told, I must
look pathetic here on all fours dressed like a soft play toy. The stick
like article has now begun to probe my outer behind and genitals, I wonder
if this person knows how excited I am. Then like an angel's whisper, I
hear the ever soft sound of a female's voice, she tells me how cute I
look in her undergarments, and to think she was going to simply throw them out. I feel pleased she seems to like what has been offered to her, this makes me want to serve her more, to be the one she desires to use.

 

The rest of the story is controlled by Mistress.


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deepredrose
 
 Age: 36
 Fulton, Missouri