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What I want from a partner starts simply with sufficient overlap of interests, desire tinged with lust, and from a place of mutual respect that can grow into trust.
When it comes to playtime, I believe it's more about the connection we have and how we affect one another, not about checking things off a list nor how many toys you have. As much as I like the smell of leather, the wickedness of tortuous toys, and all the rest of the filigree, what I prefer is the simple power of words and touch.
Words. I truly enjoy the act of humiliation; though it doesn't come from some unhealthy misogynistic impulse, but instead a creative pursuit to understand and exploit my partner's darkest, depraved desires.
Touch. There's nothing quite like flesh on flesh; the sound of an open palm striking bare ass, watching the stinging red warmth of a hand print raise into a welt while a whimper escapes your lips...
I will break you, I will tear you apart, watch you crumple into a heap in my arms, trembling in the shame of your girl filth. And then I'll put you back together again; my touch turning into a gentle caress, my calm voice will whisper soothing words into your ear, restoring you to your proper place, returning my princess to her pedestal.
The anonymity of this kind of site really seems to bring out the most feckless behavior in people. I've only had to deal with a small amount of that so far here, but from the sound of many of the profiles it seems some of you have suffered a deluge of such things!
I'd love to hear from you, but if you want to write me then please spend a moment to craft a thoughtful note... instead of just saying "hi", I'd rather you shared with me some private, personal thought you had today, especially if it's one that made you a little embarrassed as it flitted through your mind; tell me a dirty little secret.
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