submissive. I do not care about your whips, canes, paddles, floggers, gags, plugs, wheels, pincers, clamps, boxes, kneelers, restraints, rope-dressings or other foolish accoutrements of discipline. The mind and the hands are the only tools my perfect Tatsujinn needs. Do not talk to me about Chateau Roissy, de Sade, Caligula, vampires, kajiras or Gorean legends. Such are discussions best left for adolescence. I am picky about who I will serve and rightfully so. Kamikaze eagerness is reckless stupidity. I am not a pet, a slave, a masochist, a fu*k doll, a supplicant or a whore.
I am a submissive. Bound for service. And so it is.
P L U M P & J U I C Y !!!
Why are there so many overweight submissives and slaves in the world? Just an observation if mine...
Goddess. Rubenesque. Full-figured. BBW.
I am... as they are..... FAT. Any ideas? Do tell.
Yes. I am in service to another at this time.
In the spirit of Easter (yes-EASTER...for all the years of Catholic brainwashing I quietly endured) I will post this in vomit-inducing colors for you to enjoy. I stand in amazement at the wonderful responses I have received from you all. Thank you! It is refreshing to read messages that do not include the size of one's genitalia or what their plans are the minute they meet me, the repetitve and identical tasks of an ardent but clearly novice Dominant. Masters, indeed!! Of their OWN so-called universe... Bless their hearts... And for all who have requested that I post another picture up -- what can I say? ....as you wish, Sir...
