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Hey guys, I’m back again, dipping a nervous toe in the capricious sea that is Collarme. I’m a 22 year old freelance writer living in the big smoke. My main hobbies are music and the circus – fairly ambiguous but I’ll expand for the right person. Ooh la la la!
The truth is I don’t know what I want.
Mostly, I’m an ardent feminist, disgusted and appalled by the exploitation and sexualisation of women in the media and everyday life. I cut my hair short, call myself a ‘womb-un’ and am just one stitch away from knitting a sanitary towel from my own pubic hair! Ok, not quite ardent, but I did cut my hair short.
…But then, I’m fantasising about an old fashioned relationship where the man takes charge. He works, I make the dinner. He has achievements, I go shopping. I like the idea of being chastised and my sexuality bound to one man and one man only. I want him to throw me over his knee and spank me for not having dinner ready on time.
…But THEN I start fantasising about being a pretty pet girl, with a collar, lead and cute animal ears. I’m kept on all fours (of course) and treated just like an animal – albeit a spoilt one. I’m confined, restricted, humiliated and made to beg just to worship at my masters feet.
…BUT THEN, I want a reliable guy, with a sharp wit and sense of humour who turns up at 8 - we go on a date. He brings me flowers, he holds my hand, and kisses me in public. We talk until the sun rises and keep laughing until it sets again. We’ve met each -others friends and families, we’re just like a normal couple. Aren’t we?
I suppose I want a man that’s an amalgamation of all these things and more. One thing I am sure of is my own self-worth, I am precious and I won’t feign for anything less than a man that deserves and respects me. I can be the most loyal, kinky, willing girl but only to someone I CHOOSE to submit to.
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