lowand2theleft

I'm plopping this here while I revamp my profile intro.

I am Lefty. I'm not a mistress (to be exact... I am not your mistress or otherwise until there is an established relationship).

lowand2theleft is an innuendo for how my cock hangs.

I've been on the site for a short time now and want to say that we all like what we like. I am not exactly looking right now - but I am interested in a real time relationship with a male slave or submissive.

I am a female that has a strong penchant for wielding a dildo in my strap-on harness. I don't need my pussy licked or boobs handled to get off. So don't worry about offering that gift to a strange woman. All I need: more hours in the day, a fine looking bitch of a man to yield and surrender his ass to me.

Eventually I will be looking for a few more men to add to my stable. Preferably a live-in scenario with a group of self assured men. The lowly Goddess worshipers are okay too. Petite or burly, it matters not. If you are married then I will probably pass on your offer. Even if she is aware of your kinky side, I would prefer to meet her too to discuss my intentions. I want my own property so the situation would most likely not work out.

I believe each will take time to know... oh say, months perhaps years.

I don't bother with yahoo IM. So if we are messaging here it would be nice to get to the point, cut to the chase, be direct and discover what lies ahead. I do endeavor to get back with everyone... it may take time. If I sense something creepy going on, the banter will cease and there will be silence from my corner of the Universe.

Otherwise I will meet for coffee and conversation. No cam, no online romance - I do prefer local. Fresh and available when my appetite needs to be sated.

Take care,
Lefty

I see now that it has been a few minutes since my last journal entry.

I do look at this site and forget to log off most times. Still haven't connected with that bisexual male who needs and is willing to be domesticated. Falling asleep with my face in my laptop... hopefully this coming weekend's munch will get my social batteries recharged.

Now... I do skip over profile user names with the words fun, lick, 69 and slut in them since the focus seems more like guys just looking to play around. Given most peoples' busy schedules, why mess around with some one who is not a keeper? It would be a distraction from the ultimate goal of finding some one sincere in their quest for a M/s or D/s connection.

For the Doms interested in having a dildo up your asses - insert it yourself. Bottoming is not submission or surrender, it's a way to get some action without paying a professional. A bait and switch of sorts.

I so tire of questions like: can we start with something smaller or can I be gentle at first.... NO, and hell no. And no I don't want to see your butt hole or penis, stranger.

I'm $4000 poorer and millions more the wiser from my last curiosity traveling to meet someone - for now, I'll work my end by revealing more of myself in hopes that you (whoever you are out there) will also. I'm not easy to get to know - a bit reserved....

What I ideally see is someone who is turned on by service as I am turned on by leading. If you are not into it to begin with, why do I need to bash my head on the wall to convince anyone?? Where does the rubber meet the road? Daily interaction in a TPE agreement. Ownership of it's behavior, emotions, sexuality and thoughts. Do I have what it takes to go there?? Or is it all a really nice image for me to jerk off to?

I believe I do. However those things have not been drawn out and fully expressed with anyone. I am worn from rejection. So in the interim, I read and plan and make changes to my own attitude about the M/s that I so long to explore. I'm not in it to kick some white guys ass or to be the fetish booty call for anal sluts. I'm totally not into people who insist on being contrary because they think its funny.

I want to come home to someone who deserves my attention as I deserve his. No booby traps to undermine trust, honest mistakes that will be addressed and corrected to build character. I know I'm not perfect and I do have so much to share.

I miss the connection of eye contact where I enter the heart and soul of the person submitting to my desires.

I believe I left out a few details in my profile:

I'm primarily looking for bisexual males.  I am not interested in booty calls.  I will not "do" you just because your ass is in the air.  Without your submission in the mix, there is no turn on for me.  *and by submission, I don't mean merely bottoming*  Oh, and to the anal virgins... no thank you.   Those who can take some serious thrusting move to the top of the list.

I'm home again....

Jet-lag is a bitch. I'm so glad a 3 day weekend caught me by surprise; a vacation from my vacation.

Made it into London today. A 4 1/2 hour bus ride then a cab ride to the hotel, a bite to eat, 2 pints of beer, a nice little room in a hotel where tour rides meet me at the door... priceless.

I made loose arrangements for a local here to show me around this weekend then make his sissy ass available for use. We'll see.

Otherwise, I'll like the layout of the town. Not at all far from The Palace and the Thames. Whoo frickin' hoo!

A really great experience; I'm glad to have made the trip!

So... finally after 4 days of jet lag, I feel more like myself. The weather is wonderful and the town of Hereford is lovely and green.

For some odd reason the layout of this area is not grid-like add to that the street name signs are in very interesting places. I saw the sun go down today and now have a better sense of direction with a small city map walking is pretty easy.

So... who else on this site hails from England?

I has been some time since I jotted down my thoughts here....

For the few of you who send friendship request without even a hello... that would be a no no. I know, I know - I was once new to social networking too.

I believe we all look at profiles for the "wow" factor and other times it's like: "oh shit I didn't need to see that". Some times folks are too real, too extreme or too weird but mostly people are just people. Thank you all for the messages and the input (even the grumpy ones) over the last year. At times I don't reply because I don't have any comments to what is being presented.

So.

I have made some very nice connections from this site, met a few good men that will probably be in my life for some time.

Will one is take a leap of faith with me?  In the way of becoming complete, whole - working toward the same purpose. To lead or to be led, glad for the chance to express ourselves and live to our highest potential.  I'm not interested in a speak-only-when-spoken-to-yes man but a helpmate, manservant -wife. But then again silence is golden but duct tape is silver....

I am traveling next month to Europe in the hopes of connecting with a potential slave.

To be continued.

Although my beloved is with me there is still something missing. The slave/wife I believe is the next step. A person I messaged with today just finished with showing his true colors and it leaves me with a bad taste in my mouth. Totally disheartening to spend so much time responding to someone about who I am. My profile is more open than most.

Reading back through the sequence of messages to see he was holding back his insults as long as he could. I could read the hostility and disdain while he went on trying to persuade me that he was a wonderful lay.

I spoke of the deep connection that I desired not just the fling scenario. Chasing ass is not on my list nor is there anything casual about wanting human property.

How to screen potential loves? A new one on me but I will go slowly....

Lefty

I sit here disguised as a rock; something like the angler fish. Wanting to capture some small tasty (somewhat coy) morsel that flits by.... I shot a pix of the bait, quiet and alluring: dildos sitting upright on a nightstand. A fun photo after a long weekend of pegging one of my bois.

I see you looking at my profile and I look at yours in curiosity too. Hmm I wonder, "What is THAT like?" A face shot, a couple of buns up and a whole lot of penes. So, do I need a penis? No. If I had one would I use it? Depends.

I message here and there.... Come and clean my house? Sure. Do I really want to touch you? NO, especially if you are just a kinky guy looking to bottom without a submissive core to your soul. I have considered those distant to me. The males who are more willing to make themselves available as a wife or a slave in the fullness of time for an unlimited duration. Not in the mindset of children mimicking adults: let's play house! or I'll show you mine if you show me yours (it's only fair) kind of interaction.

I'll do chores and you can... (a "submissive" comment? NOT)

I'll only send a picture if...

Typically, I don't ask for body or face shots (with the exception of feet).

But what I hear from dudes here is that they have been duped by deceitful people. Shame.

Back to my desires:

As much as I detest the thought of routine and mindless actions, I want a schedule of duties carried out by my loves. The routines would be set by me but not apply to Me. Duties would bring me calm and peace knowing that they are carried out in the spirit of love and obedience.

I saw some sissy pictures tonight and they triggered these thoughts: why do I fixate on the males that expose themselves in that way? Smooth slutty holes begging for penetration.The arch in their backs with the over the shoulder glance. Where conversation fails, the body shouts. Intelligence is attractive, don't get me wrong but the male bitch is a thing to be prized. It doesn't matter how smart you are if no one can stand to be around you. Well if you have money at least you are tolerated.

(to be continued)

There are things that I don't understand - but isn't that what life is about??

Asking the pertinent questions and maybe getting the answers....

So, there are relationships that I know of where the submissive has more experience than the Dominant and the relationship works more than a typical vanilla situation. Actually the Dominant is trained to the specific needs and fetishes of his/her bottom. That being said, the whole thing seems to be a team effort.

In the way of Master/slave dynamics, communication is a must. My beloved feels that the slave does not have a say. I would rather lean toward the strengths of my submissive and ride in his or her wake. No one can know every-a-fucking-thing. I don't care what another control freak says.

I know half of every thing and I'm sure there is some one who knows the other half. Is not that the meaning of complement?
I say do this or that... aside from the response, "Yes Ma'am" there is a plan, a goal. Alignment, deference and trust. Acceptance may be there but reluctance is an option also. Alignment means that the will of the Master/Mistress is the will of the slave.

Now, to sit and meditate more on what tests, tasks and trials for my submissive to endure before I call them mine.

Lefty

What?? No CHEESE??

A good time was had by all. MY beloved came to my door before dawn. We messed around for awhile then I took his ass. There is a moment in the course of things when I can tell he is maxed out. Worn. His tone changes. At times I am driven to push him... but he is new to taking it anally. So I sent him to shower. I could still hear his moaning while he washed himself.

I jumped in and held him tightly with my left arm. He stood sideways to me; his left side between my breasts. With my right hand I soaped his ass. Over and over and over again. Fingering him assertively and thoroughly. Toward the end I made sure all parts were squeaky clean. Washed between his legs and balls like he was my child. Every crack every crevice. He whimpered and moaned in pleasure the whole time.

I held him tightly - he swooned in my arms. I sent him out of the shower to shave. Oh god, the look in his eyes. Precious. He was deep in sub space. He wanted to attend to me: dry me off and anoint my body with oil. He was disoriented and nonverbal. Instead I dried him gently then sent him back to my bed.

Face down and weak from being used as my bitch. I pleasured him with my tongue. Wide strokes along his ass hole; probing, teasing. He was mine to enjoy. Mine to use.  No resistance. No words. I was sitting on his back, both of us face down, my mound on the back of his head, my hands squeezing his ass... my cum running between us.

A good day