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My original account is wytchywoman. I created this account because the mail function on my original account became unusable. Now that I've cleared that up, on to the important stuff.
I already have an owner so instead of using this space to state what I want, I’m going to approach this backwards and tell everyone what I don’t want.
I don’t want any other dominant or master of any kind at this time. Trust me. I really don’t. Don’t contact me and try to tell me you can change my mind. You can’t. If you ignore this warning and contact me anyway inquiring about how I may be of service to you; you’re running a very high risk of having a virtual hex put on you by the virtual wytch.
Then why am I here, you ask? Fair enough. I’m here to occasionally read and post to the forums. Perhaps to make new friends even. I hope that I’ve made this sufficiently clear. Folks, this is now preserved in black and white on computer screens across the world. Of course, I don’t know why I bother since most people don’t take time to read profile content anyway.
Now I’ll share a secret about me: I don’t always use good judgement in forming even platonic friendships. Bet that surprises you, huh? Oh, it’s probably no surprise that I sometimes display a lack of good judgement, after all most of us do that from time to time. It might, however, surprise you that I’m willing to state that outright and up front for everyone to read about. Well, I’m a masochist, what can I say?
Moving right along here, do not think my sporadic bursts of poor judgement are an invitation to unscrupulous dominants to try to take advantage of my weak minded state. Neither is this a disguised plea for chivalrous dominants to swoop down and offer to save me from myself. I am blessed to have a gallant owner within easy driving distance from me who is more than willing to play the role of an errant Sir Galahad when I’ve dug a deep hole for myself. He has my utmost respect, admiration, love, and gratitude and cannot be replaced by some virtual dominant on the other side of a computer screen.
Still with me? If so, why? I’m just rambling to take up space. Seriously, you can safely stop reading now. Proceed at your own risk if you’re still laboring under the notion that you can change my mind about what I do or do not want.
More importantly, in all seriousness, know that I wish everyone well in finding what he or she individually want and need from this site.
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