Willow55

Female Switch, 35, Portland, Oregon

Male Submissive, 33

Female Submissive, 52, Kettering, Ohio

It's been a busy year, working on the new place,

Of all the subs that have said they wanted me, only one bothered to wish me a happy Mothers Day. Wow, says something right?

It's been very slow on here, the usual players.

I am looking for a submissive or switch female age between 25-40, in good shape, active, stable, no head games. She must be willing to relocate, and be willing to be screened and trained by me first. You have to pass by me before you can get to him. He is very busy and dose not have the time to put up with all the players that are on this site. I how ever have the time and know who will fit in with our family and who will not. My son has the final say, and if your not willing to go threw me to get to him, then your not worth his time. No, he is not a mama's boy, however, he has been threw so much these pass 15 years, that like most men, they simply give up. He is 6'5" tall and a big man. Working on his weight, he wants a woman that will help him to continue to lose, and support him by cooking good healthy meals. He has no children, but don't mine if she dose, but must be willing to work to help support the house, he is no sugar daddy. I am having trouble uploading pictures, I will be glad to email you some if you pass a few of my questions. He is a good looking man, very Viking looking. With a reddish beard. Yes the beard stays so if you don't like beards, just pass us up. They say you can tell a lot about a man by how he treats his mother. Well I can tell you, while he is a man of few words, he has a heart bigger than he is. But he is no push over. So... Contact me if you want to know more.

It has been slow on here, I have gotten busy with working on this new place of ours.

To some people, 420 means time to light up. And 4/20 is a great day. To me it has a different meaning for it was on April 20th, I met my husband on a blind date. It was 1975 and my girlfriend and I used to take her kids every Sunday night to the drive in theater. So that day I called her to find out if we was on for that night. She hesitated, and said she had a boyfriend with her and didn't know. So he took the phone and said he would love to go out with two ladies. Well... Oh no, not me, I'm not into that stuff. Well.. He said, I can ask my little brother if he would like to go. Oh wait a minute, how little is your little brother? I had this picture of a pimply faced 14 yr old. I was 19 at the time. He said, 19 yr old, 6 ft tall, blond hair and blue eyes. Will that work ? Ok, that will do. Lol. Now at that time, I was a Sunday school teacher, and a fine upstanding young lady of my community. So when I saw this young man that looked like a cross between James Dean and Johnny Cash, with mirrored sun glasses, black leather biker jacket, lighting up a cig, just like a clip out of Greece with Danny Zooko, and yes I was just like Sandy, look at me I'm Sandra Dee. Well I was not much for this guy. But being a person of my word, I fallowed threw with the date. It was a double feature and the first movie was Butch Casity and the Sundance Kid. He was sitting on my right side and that is the ear that I can't hear in, and he kept saying things to me in that ear. I told him that I was deaf in that ear and could not understand what he was saying. Intermission came and it being April and still cold outside he offered to so get me some hot coco. We started to talk, being face to face where I could read his lips. The next movie started, and we continued talking, but it was hard to read his lips sitting next to him like I was, so I turned, put my feet up into the back window and leaned up on the front seat. There, that works, until... Oh my god! Oh crap! I got a cramp in the calf if my leg! My face all screwed up and I looked at him with baited breath, my legs flew down and I grabbed my leg with the cramp. He knew instantly what was wrong. Now mind you all this time my friend and her date was in the front seat. My date says to me, let me rub it! No.. Don't touch me. I reply, I can make it better, he said. No... I shake my head. Then he reaches over grabs my calf and starts to squeeze. Oh.. I scream out with relief. Oh god! I say again. Now the people in the front seat don't know what to think. And don't want to turn around to see what is going on. My breathing starts to return to normal, as the cramp is going down, and he starts to let go to see how I am, right then the cramp picks up and a shout, oh.. Don't stop! With tears running down my face, I say, harder! Do it harder! So he digs in and gives it his all. Oh yes! I say that's it! Yes keep going, don't stop. Then with a snap, it all went. It release and all relaxed. Oh what a heavy sigh. My friend in the front seat said, what the hell are you doing? I got a cramp in my leg, I reply, and she knows me well and knows that is very typical for me. Her date, my dates brother, said, oh is that what they are calling it now? Lol I knew right then that this was going to lead to something longer than just a date. Now 40 years later, he still rubs me the right way. Oh and I have no idea what the second movie was.

Wow what a day! Shopping, shopping and more shopping! I am sooooo tired! But if felt good to get out and have fun with my daughter and granddaughter . Three generations all living in the same property. We are a family of powerful women! No we are not in the lifestyle. However we have a lifestyle of our own. Half off the grid, and we help each other with most everything. We just moved to the mountains and have 11.5 acres, two houses, and a work shop. We pride ourselves in living in a way that it takes very little money and we work for ourselves, not for anyone else. It has taken us a few years to get away from matrix and we love the country life. Far away from the city with fresh air to breath, and a garden to make.

OMG ! I just got my first customized paddle order! I was sharing my idea with a mistress to see what she thought about it. A paddle with words on it, and roses and barbed wire, with holes too! She ordered one! Can't wait to finish it and show it off. I just wish I could down load my pictures onto this site better.

I am so honored that so many men want to be my sub. But I am not looking for a sub, not on line or live in. I have mentioned that a visit would be nice, but I am afraid that it has given out the wrong impression and I apologize. I'm not into men in the way that men are into me. I have NO use for them sexually ! I am a tease and denial kind of woman. And you will NEVER have me sexually. Now some think it's a way to top from the bottom, and get your foot in the door and think that they can wear me down. I have had some even try to make me feel guilty for being a tease with no please. That don't work on me. It's my ego I know, and my love of being a performer and having a captivated audience. But nothing more. Once I went to a public dungeon and it was so much fun to perform with people watching. But I'm not into watching any man jack off so please don't ask.

The psychological dynamics of the lifestyle and relationship between the dominant and submissive is one that is very complex but yet rewarding. Our culture has placed the mindframe that a submissive is weak, dumb or stupid. While the dominant is considered to be strong, forceful and of higher intelligence. But in truth, there is strength in being submissive, caring and thoughtful. Our culture has not yet to understand the duality of this. It is only in self awareness that we come to the conclusion that it is in service to others that we also serve ourselves.

If you ask me a question that the answer is on my profile. Dose not look good for you?. Lol come on at least read the profile! Geeze

Oh please! If you have a profile picture that shows your dally whacker! Don't message me! I don't want to see it!

I love music, and I have a special connection with music. It started with being born deaf. Oh, not totally, just deaf in one ear and can't hear vey well with the other. Born in 1955 and a victim of Rubella, my parents was told to give up and just put me in an institution, and let the state have me. My grandma said no, and took me, and raised me. The doctors said back then that by the time I am full grown I would be totally deaf, probably blind, and retarded. But she didn't believe that, she saw something no one else did. By the time I was ready for school, she had taught me everything and I had proved them all wrong. Threw music she taught me how to reach inside and find what I needed to excel. Music didn't make much sense to me, all I could hear was bass, drums, and the mumble of words. She would try to fill in the gaps. But that connection grew, and as I got older things started to change. Much to my surprise, at the age of 20 I still had about 40% left in the one ear. My grandparents could not afford to get me hearing aids, so I did without. I graduated from high school, with a 3.8 average, that's pretty good, considering, I didn't get any help from the school. So voc- rehab got me a hearing aid. Wow sound! It was wonderful! And MUSIC ! Wow, but as I grew older, the hearing aids, got stronger, bigger, as time continued. It was happening, I was losing even more, by the age of 50 it was almost gone. I stopped using the phone, music was less and less, I stoped going out with my friends. I couldn't hear what people was saying, everyone was laughing at a joke I didn't hear. I started to turn inward , not in a good way. Then in 2007, when the hearing aid man said, sorry there are no hearing aids available to help you hear better that the 25% your getting now. When I took it off, next to nothing. He looked at me and said, what about the cochlear implant ? What is that? Well that was the beginning of one wild ride! It was not easy to decide to let them bolt a computer chip to my head, with a magnet attached to it. Lol what become a cyborg? I don't need to hear THAT bad! Lol but music was a very contributing factor, that was a chance I could hear music again! OR if it didn't work, I would lose the little bit I still have. It took the risk. After a long wait, the first time after the operation, I could hear ! There are two pieces, the inner that was bolted to my scull with the wire threw the cochlear, and the transmitter that is held in place with the magnet. The transmitter comes off and I am totally deaf with out it. When I put that transmitter on, I have a wapping 83% in the one ear. That's more than I was born with! Wow. Now, let's get to the music! But sadly, my brain could not comprehend what it was receiving. I was heart broken, all I got was one big ugly noise. They told me to keep trying, keep listening to music, but I could not, it was bad, very bad. So I stopped. Oh every 6 months I would hook up and try to listen, but I little here and a little there. Country music was ok, but not what it used to be. Then, two years later, it started to sound different, what? It took another two more years, but then WOW WE WOW, I got it ! It's working! Rock on! I'm still working on it and also my other love, singing. Lol yes a deaf person singing. Talk about torture? To be a sub of a mistress that is deaf and loves to sing? So.. If your thinking you would like to be my sub? Think about that, lol could you handle it? Lol

Wow, triple good energy! Today! Spring equinox, new moon , and solar eclipse ! Make a wish today! It will be powerful!

Happy St patties day! Wonderful day! May the luck of the Blarney Stone bring you what you have put out, let's hope that you have not been putting out blarney! Lol

Wow I love Friday the 13th! It has always been a good luck day for me. The way it worked for me this time was amazing! It was a wonderful, productive, day of finding some things for my art work. I was exhausted, so I ended up going to bed very early, too early. I ended up then getting back up and ended up on here again. I was chatting with someone from here and we was discussing my craft, and one part is the energy work and healings I do. I stated that when I first started, 40 years ago, I would take the illness on myself, and then go off and heal me. It was easier to heal me if I had a helper. That other person to bounce the energy with and it speeds things up. Wow, I never realized that till now. As I look back, I always felt better, was more helpful when I had an assistant with me. My quest is to find that assistant that I can trust to help me in my work.

You ever seen a show like, de Vinci's demons, or a movie where there is an apprentice looking for the wizard to learn their craft? The apprentice is taken under his wing to learn everything that the master knows, in hope that one day they will be as good as the master. I was once that student seeking my master, to learn from. I fallowed many who claim to be, but not. I learned what not to do. There is a good book, called, " if you meet a Buddha on the road, kill him". Same principle, a true shaman never claims to be a shaman, while I have learned some shaman things and have done some shamanistic practices, I would never claim to being one. Just like being a mistress, the mistress who taught me, only gave me just enough information and training to make a fool of myself. I learned, I suck! I don't like to make someone do something they don't want to do. Taking away ones free will is not my idea of pleasure. Oh yeah it's fun to spank a willing subject, but to hog wrestle someone into submission is not my idea of fun. I found many submissives that think that it's what they want. Even some that think it's fun to challenge and test like a little child testing their boundaries. Not my liking. I will never forget my first munch. A mistress friend invited me to one of her munches. I arrived and a sub showed me in and to a seat. I was sitting and observing the people socializing, when the mistress announced that the food was ready. When I started to get up, she motioned to me to stay seated. Then a sub came over, kneeled before me and bowed his head and said "how may I serve you? " and my heart skipped a beat! The willingness to serve was so intriguing, and I just melted. I started out as a switch, but learned very quickly, I was no submissive. However, that didn't necessarily mean I was a dominant. But like I said, if a teacher dose not teach, the student will not learn. My teacher dropped the ball. While the lessons was not what I thought I was going to get, none the less I learned what not to do.

I have been ask what kind of sub and my looking for? Funny because I state that I am not looking for one. If I was to take on a student, that so happen to be a submissive, then that is up to them. The student must be wanting what I teach bad enough to, go to any length to get it. If not, then they are not wanting it bad enough. It's more of a calling, and if you have ever had a calling, you will know what I mean. It's something that no matter what you do, you can't get away from it.

I decided that it mite help if I keep a journal on here. It was brought to my attention during my meditation that it maybe useful to express some of my thoughts and feelings here. When I got my last sub I closed my profile, but when it didn't work out, I just decided to close the door on the lifestyle. My situation has changed and so have I. So why am I back on here? Because this is the only site I have found that you can truly be yourself! Lifestyle people, are living their life with their own style. Whatever that style is. My style has changed very much. I no longer have need for many of the things that the BDSM side of the lifestyle offers. I think times are changing, and people are changing as well as the lifestyle. We don't want to be dumbed down and treated like our lives don't matter. There is a value in human life. Someone asked me what pleasure do I get from teaching my craft? There is a feeling I get when I see that sparkle in their eyes, when the light comes on. When they get it. The student must be submissive in the way that it must be willing to learn. One of the first thing I teach them is to meditate. They must sit quietly and close their eyes and listed to the mind chatter. I have found that most people don't want to do that, and it had been described as torture. Lol some students (subs) have said that it was very scary to listen to, and it was so unpleasant that they didn't want to do it anymore. One even said it was worse than listening to a bitchy mistress. Lol if you can't listen to your own inner voice how are you going to listen to me? Lol When I first started, I experienced the same thing. But I stuck with it, and found myself joining in on the conversation. Lol but these conversations over the years with my inner self has open doors and paths of possibilities that I never imagined. Yes sometimes you have to go crazy in order to become sane. As strange as that sounds. But it also gave birth to my creative side and my art is growing. So if your wondering what it would be like to serve me, you would start with meditation.

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