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Tall, dark haired, brown eyed, caring, empathic, supportive and assertive!
Happily divorced, professional woman, on the right side of 50, single mother, and work necessitates working some days at the weekend.
I enjoy my life, my work, my children.
I love nature and the countryside. Quietness and solitude, as well as music and films.
I am strongly submissive, that means my submission is deep, determined and loyal. It also means, that someone who is not naturally Dominant, will not be someone I could serve. I give all of myself, and for that to work, the commitment from the Dominant has to be of the same level as mine.
Equal but opposites....... in knowledge, in understanding, in passion.
To be able to enjoy each other, in both the vanilla world, and the lifestyle we also choose to enjoy
I DO know that: A long distance relationship will not work. A virtual relationship, will not work. An online relationship, will not work.
I searched, for that special Dominant, with whom my submission would flow.
Someone who would earn my trust, be my rock, someone who would guide, and support, someone who would be there, whenever His submissive needs Him, and for me to be there for Him, whenever He needs His submissive.
And He found me :) xx
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A day of many contrasts, many thoughts, many emotions. Off to go to a club that I regularly visit. Wondering who of my friends might be there. By the time I was ready to leave, the club would already have started. How different this is, not arranging to meet anyone there, not having anyone to serve, not having to be there as the club starts, to offer that service. How things change. Thinking of a Dom recently mentioning another Doms name, and seeing my face, saying, there is a wistful look there. The realisation that it's been such a long time since I've been anyones, and really really served. I know my limits are down, my thresholds lower. Knowing I was stopped from serving, for months, by someone who was "interested" in me. I am very grateful to the Dom friend who has used me at clubs recently. Re introducing me, and I need to be. But today, feeling very sad. Is this really what I want? Is it really better than nothing? Yes, service is needed to be given. But it is needed to be given to one special person, for the depth of the submission to deepen. So many thoughts of the past. Of the future none. Arriving and struggling to find a parking place.As usual lots of new faces there, but equally, lots of familiar ones too. Having a lovely chat with my Domme friend, pleased too, to see Her friend with Her again, always nice to see him. Hearing of Her delight in being shown needle play, something that She has wanted to learn for such a long time, and of being lent a sub to practise on. Her face lighting up as She talked of that session. Of Her own progress, a desire, a need, accomplished, and now, wanting to go further, pushing Herself. Ma'am having a new cane and wanting to try that out. Also to try a different stroke with one of Her floggers. A switch friend offering himself as the target practise. Ma'am wanting to play with me ~yes I would love to :). Waiting whilst She practised Her new stroke... wondering, now how will I compare to my former self, so little used, not in the best of health at the moment...but wanting to submit, and to start climbing that hill again, of being able to take more for the one I serve. Ma'am enquiring as to the best position so as not to exaggerate my present dificulties with my arm and shoulder. Tying my wrists to the cross with Her velvet bonds.... oh now you do like nipple clamps dont you?!...and remembering a little birdie telling Her once, how difficult I found them! Clamped on, one pulled, whilst the one at the other end of the chain was attached to the other nipple. The searing pain as they each bite..... knowing that I would not want to be distracted, to take further pain elsewhere, to a higher level.. a long while since I'd felt the deftness of Her touch, it's lightness, the skin coming alive under Her touch. The body both relaxed and aroused. No collar this evening, but She remembered my love of chains. A heavy chain folded, and the coldness of it draped across the nape of my neck, sitting there, reminding me. Feeling the sharpness drawing lines down my back, Her nails, or Her metal finger attachments? Not knowing, but following the movement in mind. My body Hers, to do with as She wanted. Pain or pleasure, or possibly both. From the tips of my fingers and my head, to my heels. Not knowing the tools and toys She now has, but enjoying their feel. The floggers, the spank of Her hand. Remembering how I've always been amazed at the power that someone as slight as Her, can have! Not prepared for Her twisting and gripping, the clamps more, and past struggling, did I want to stop? no Ma'am, could I take more? yes Ma'am, the clamps remaining, but She let go..the softest strokes down my body, calming, preparing me for more, until She reached my arse...and finding that little line, where the softest stroke, becomes the most hardest tickle of all to cope with.....and being tormented, again and again...and hearing Her laugh, and pleased to hear that. She was enjoying my service, as it should be. The cane as it brought it's heat, and later another cane Her new one...being told how many there would be.... the first few spaced, and riding...and the lovely shock of them then not being so, no time or space to recover, but just blow, blow blow. So much harder to take, but such a wonderful push, and hoping that the final stroke would also follow this pattern, and it did :)...once again the nipple clamps turned, and gripped..... tears down my face and chin, my nose leaving its own trail. No where or how to wipe..... just dripping......the viscous clamps removed...and the nipples gently caressed....at first the pain more acute, then settling, calming....the touch of the gentle hands once more, down my body, through my hair...the strokes, the calming, the tracing of all energy through my body and down, down, feeling it leave me. She is wonderful at the pushes, She is wonderful at the sensations. Hoping, that what I had done tonight, was enough to give Her satisfaction, but still acutely aware it is so so very far, below what I used to be able to give. Thankyou so much Ma'am, for allowing me to serve, and wanting me to. And for even giving me an order for later on too!
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