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P. D. Ouspensky
I used to think I could self-improve until I felt strong, or accomplished, or respected. As I find myself typing this here, of all places, I'm strangely unperturbed. At this early point in life, all I can word towards is acceptance and satisfaction with the self.
What I am not looking for: someone who claims to be a domme because she demands money within the first five minutes, someone who demands campy nicknames or feigned respect before even considering to know me, someone who wants to go too fast, or alternatively never wants to take this offline. A true domme knows that submission requires work and time – nothing given away freely is ever truly earned.
I’m looking for love. I’m looking for a different kind of love, one which takes the form of discipline. I’m looking for acceptance. This includes a person with the willpower to force issues which rightly can and should be changed, as well as accept those things about her partner which will forever be imperfect.
I’d like something to evolve. Something very close. Something binding. Something permanent and wonderful, even if at times it is frightening, new, and takes time to get used to. Not a scene, but private.
I’d like to start with conversation. What do you do outside the bedroom?
....and yes, I know this is a horrible photo of me. It's the best I'm willing to post on this site. If you ask, I'll provide you with a clearer one.
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