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Appearance
| Ethnicity | Caucasian / White |
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| National heritage | American |
| Build | BBW/BHM |
| Height | 183 cm |
| Eye Color | Blue |
| Hair Color | Brown |
| Hair Length | Neck length |
| Best feature | Eyes |
| Body Art | None, Pierced... but only ear(s), Scarred |
| Health Condition | No problems |
| Bra size | 46+ / 105+ |
| Cup size | DD |
| My Attractiveness | Very attractive |
Situation
| Relationship Status | Single |
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| Has children | No children |
| Wants kids | Yes |
| Housing Situation | It gets a bit crazy sometimes |
| Living Arrangements | With parent(s) |
| Wants to Relocate | No |
| Availability | Your Place |
| Has a car | No |
Education & Employment
| Education | College Associates |
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| Specialty | Art / Music / Literature |
| Employment Status | Unemployed |
| Annual income | up to $25,000 |
| Job Title | seeking employment now |
Looking For
| I prefer: | Intelligence, Good Looks, Humor, Great skills, Empathy, Sensitivity, Boldness, Oddities, Spontaneity, Power, Flirtatiousness, Wit, Thoughtfulness |
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| My perfect match | My perfect match is a man who knows what he wants. He’s tall and stronger than me physically. My perfect man is by no means perfect to the world just perfect though for me. He likes to be in control during sex but is not so controlling in every day to day life. My perfect match is a gentleman who opens doors and holds my hand in public though when we are alone he is wild (in a good way) and kinky to boot. |
BDSM Preferences
| I'm turned on by | Unsure / New to this lifestyle, A combination of all, Sadism / Masochism (S&M), Bondage / Discipline (B&D), Domination / Submission (D&S) |
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| My role is | Submissive |
| I am seeking | A relationship |
| I live the lifestyle | New to it & want exposure |
| Experience level | Beginner |
| Open To Photos & Videos | No |
| My most pleasurable encounter was | cant in 255 words or less if you want to know you will have to just ask me... |
Sexual Activities
| I enjoy sex: | Rarely, so I'm looking! |
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| Sex is | Always on my mind |
| Most partners at once: | Only one on one |
| Dirty talk | Depends on my mood |
| Night life: | Movies, Don't like going out |
Sexual Interests
| Cybersex | No, I need the real thing |
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| Oral Sex is | My favorite |
| Anal sex is | I want to try it |
| Sex toys: | Anal beads, Butt plugs/probes, Clitoral stimulator, Dildos/Vibrators, Vibrating eggs/bullets, All of the above and more! |
| Size matter | Sometimes, depends on the person |
| "Off Limits": | I’ll try almost anything at least once a few things that I will not do are golden showers or scat… umm; disgusting. A few other things just ask if you want to know more I will answer every question truthfully |
Sexual Fantasies
| Sexual fantasy | Secret Knowledge: One of my secret fantasies is an interrogation kind of role-playing scenario a sort of contest of wills; where I am a rebel spy trying to get back to my comrades with our enemies location of their secret weapons storage unit. So that we can go and steal all their weapons but as I am walking down the street one night I get picked up by the enemy. Next thing I know I am woken up with cold water splashed in my face and I don’t know where I am. I am forced to stand with my feet apart using a spreader bar, my hands are tied behind me also at the ends of a spreader bar there is a rope tied to the bar that is attached to the ceiling or another high place. I am forced to bend just slightly forward and at first I am gagged and as I am trying to see who is talk for there is a bright light shining in the eyes. My captor is explaining that he knows I am a rebel spy and that I have information but he does not know what information I have and he wants a full confession form me. If I give him what he wants I won’t be harmed. Then he takes the gag out and asks me “who are you? What’s your name?” I then give a fake name and tell my captor I have no idea what he is talking about. You though don't believe whatever alibi I give you and you tell me that you will have to resort to more extreme measures to get the truth out of me. There is a table near where I can see it and a box. You smiled as you told me that you didn’t believe my story and you walk other to the table with your back mostly towards me you open the box and start to pull the items out of the box one by one holding them just so I can see them as you put them on the table. When you turn back to me you are holding a pair of scissors or a knife. Then you lean in really close as I try to move away and you tell me that you don't trust that I am telling you the truth right now, but that by the time you're finished with me, you are quite convinced that I will be singing like a songbird. With the scissors in hand you ask me again “who are you? What’s your name?” I still don’t give you the confession you're looking for, so you run the edge of the scissors very gently down my cheek, along my neck and down the front of my body. You then cut a small hole in my shirt, then set the scissors down and you explain that you're very disappointed in my refusal to cooperate. Using both your hands, you rip the front of your my shirt open violently. Then you start to fondle my breasts through my bra; an evil smile on your face. After a minute of me telling you to stop (which of cruse you don’t) you interrupt my pleas with “Are you a member of the resistance?” and that’s when you pinch my nipples hard enough to where I cry out. As you are fondling me you behind me and reach around to my breasts; you keep the pinching while you start to twist and pull you ask me again “Are you a member of the resistance?” You keep tightening your grip and twisting until I answer yes with my head slumped down. You let go as soon as the word leaves my lips. You walk back around me so that you are once again face to face with me and taking the scissors again you quickly snip the front of my bra so that my breasts are completely exposed to you. You then explain calmly that you will continue to torture my breasts and nipples until you get my full confession and you ask me "Are you carrying information for the resistance?" but before I can answer you have my nipple in your mouth where you are sucking and biting me almost to the point of painful when I don’t say anything you give a final nip and straighten up. Looking in to my eyes you see defiance and you are getting really excited about breaking me as a rancher breaks a wild horse. You ask again "Are you carrying information for the resistance?" I either say no or just keep looking you strait in the eyes and say nothing at all; as you go back to torturing my breasts biting my neck, forcing your tongue down my throat finally you extract your confession out of me and you let go of me all together. You tell me that you are very pleased about my decision to tell you the truth and that things will go much easier for me from here on out if I continue to tell you the truth. You grab me by my hair and ask “what is this information?” I once again hold my tongue in defiance you shake your head and express your disappointment. Picking up the scissors again and running the point up along my inner thigh while you explain that surely by now; I would have learned the consequences of not telling the truth or just holding my tongue. You then cut up the length of my pants along my inner thighs. First you do the one side then you run the blade down my leg starting at the top going all the way down to the restrains. Then you do the same to the other side not completely cutting the crotch section of my pants. Once again you stand and look down at me and smile that evil smile. Then you cup your hand firmly between my legs tapping with one finger all the while you are saying that this interrogation will continue until you get a complete confession. Then you ask again “what is this information?” but just as I open my mouth to answer you; you thrust your fingers up in to me making me call out in “pain” and surprise. You wiggle your fingers as you slowly pull them form me you smile as you make a comment about how wet I am. And taking the scissors again you cut through the crotch of my pants then up to my waist so that they fall to the floor. Then you cut first one side of my underwear then the other so that they too fall to the floor. You then explain that you're very disappointed with this reluctance to cooperate, and now you will need to take more drastic measures and you put whatever gag was used back in so that I can’t answer any of your questions. You then penetrate me with your fingers again. Explaining that you are permitted to do anything that will obtain information from prisoners who are suspected of aiding the resistance, and that this really does mean "anything." And with the word anything you spread your fingers apart and spread your prisoner open, and then you ask again, “what is this information?” laughing as you finish the question for with the gag in I cannot answer you. Sense you still don't get a confession out of me; you pull out your fingers and walk over to your table you come back with another spreader bar which you tie behind my knees. You go back to your table to choose some implements you believe might be useful in prompting your prisoner to “talk”. You start with a long, thin dildo. Hold it up so I can see it, and carefully you lube it up; then walking around behind me you press it to my ass and then you thrust it quickly and deeply up inside of me. You tell me that I will crack eventually, it's simply a matter of time, then you kiss my cheek lightly and you finish by say that the sooner I confess the better it is for me; you laugh again and pull till the dildo is almost all the way out then as I think you are going to pull it all the way out you thrust it back in hard causing me to cry out around the gag. You walk back to the table and pick another bigger dildo and again you lube it up and trailing down the front of my body till you are able to thrust it up in to me. You work the dildo vigorously as you ask me about the information I am carrying for the resistance. After a time; when I am breathing hard and with every movement you make I try to move away you stop leaving the dildo deep inside me you take the gag out. I am week and tired; you ask me again “what is this information?” I am unable to hold out and I tell you that I know about your secret stash of weapons, as you pull my head back by the roots of my hair you ask me “Do you know where the weapons are?” I try to shake my head but your hold doesn’t allow me to so I tell you “no I don’t know” releasing my hair you slap my ass right over the dildo “you don’t know; what?” when I don’t answer right away you slap me again same spot “don’t know; WHAT?” you say. I reply “I don’t know where your weapons are.” Seeming satisfied with my answer you grasp the dildo and pull it fast form my ass. Then you do the same with the other dildo; putting them both on the table again. Walking behind me you untie the rope that kept me standing and as I start to fall to the floor you catch me and guide me to the floor. Sitting on my knees I hear you behind me taking off your clothes when I look around you are pulling down your jeans. I try I move away but I don’t get very far with the spreader bars on my ankles and knees and my hands. Laughing as you walk to my side then to stop my movements you press your foot between my shoulder blades. When I stop struggling you come around and sit spread eagle with your legs on either side of me. Your cock is hard and inches from my face. I try to back away but you garb my hair lifting my head up and pushing it back down on to your thick cock. As you do so I try to bite you but you feel it and pull my head back before I can and you warn me if I try that again you can make me beg for death. Then you push my head back down on to your cock and using my hair to push and pull you make me take you all the way in. you laugh as I gag on you and you do it again. Then as you are about to cum you pull my head back and cum on my chest. Getting up you lift me up to my feet and guiding me to a low padded table you sit me down and release my hands first pulling them up over my head you tie them to the upper corners of the table. Then you pull me down till there is no excess rope holding my wrists firmly in place. My ass is now almost all the way off the table. you then undo the spreader bar from my ankles and replace it with a longer spreader bar but in order to get my other ankle on to the longer bar you have to undo the knee bar and when you went to tie me again I would try to kick you but I miss and when I don’t stop moving you lean down to my inner thigh and bite me hard and then you suck for a long time and when you lift your head you grab my legs and quickly tie me to the longer bar and you tie that bar to the legs of the table. So I cannot move my legs at all. Moving the other two spreader bars out of your way you would walk away. You would come back to my head only to blindfold me. Then I hear you walk away again; I hear you open the door and then close it again. It’s only a few minutes but it feeling like hours not knowing what you are doing. Trying to think of a way to get out of here and then I hear the door. You say nothing just close the door. I can’t tell if it’s you or maybe someone new. I can hear you moving and your right near me. You remove my gag and you place an ice cube on my dry lips then you run it down along my long neck; moving down and over my chest to encircle one of my nipples then you run it across to my other nipple lazily running the cold ice around and around. Then you run it down my stomach and down to my clitoris by which time I am breathing hard again. As you just hold the cold cube in place you lean down and take my nipple in your mouth again. Sucking pulling biting me; making me feel hot and bothered with no pain just teasingly pleasure and as I writhe under your touch wanting more than you’re teasing. I will not admit to it out loud. When the cube is no more you start to play with my clit. You have not asked me a question in such a long time that I have forgotten what it is you wanted to know but I am still determined not to give in to you even if my body does. My body is now screaming for release but you have not givin it to me; not once. “Do you know where the weapons are?” you ask me as you lift your mouth form my breast. Your words are soft as you whispered them in my ear. You are still playing between my legs and my breathing is fast and hard I’m almost to the point of orgasm. Then… you stop cold. My body is yelling and writhing wanting release. I feel a cold breeze going across my sex and it’s you. Blowing slowly between my legs making my body jump and grind with wanting. Softly I hear you ask again “Do you know where the weapons are?” through my ragged breathing I said “yes” the word came out in a winded voice. So low you could barely hear me though you did hear me you asked me “what did you say?” as you were still causing my body to writhe the word would come out almost as a shout “YES! I know where the guns are.” You stop then let my body calm down though it is still wanting. I can hear you a little ways away at your table of “toys”; you lube up a butt plug or a similar item then you penetrate me anally with it turning it slowly around inside of me. As I cry out you ask me one last question… well it’s more of a demand of me… you leave my lower body and come up to my head I’m still breathing hard you lean in close to my mouth as if you were going to kiss me then you say “beg me” at first I don’t understand. You explain “you know too much I cannot just let you go; so I will keep you here. And I know your body is hungry for release. I want you to beg me to be inside of you. I want you to beg me to fuck you hard.” You had leaned in close as you spoke our lips just touching. Then you smiled I could feel it; I then refused to do so “no” I said through gasping breaths. Almost feeling your anger I heard you walk to your table of “toys” you were there only a moment when I felt you back at my feet untying the rope that bound the bar to the table. You flipped me other so I was on my stomach; my arms twisted above me. You hand one foot on the bar to keep my feet on the ground; then you rammed a thick vibrator up my pussy on high then you roughly pulled out the butt plug and without warning you trusted your cock right up my ass. Though you were lubricated I cried out in “pain” with every thrust you went in harder and deeper. I was about to come when you slapped me between the shoulder blades with a riding crop and every time I would get close you would do it again telling no I am not allowed to come. You though; came inside me again and again and every time I could feel you coming how I would loath you but at the same time my will would be braking you had pulled out the vibrator during your first coming and now all I could think about was release. Then you would pull out of me as fast as you can and flip me back over. I would beg you and you would make me beg longer, harder, loader and beg you till finally you would plunge in to me and fuck me hard and long. Whether or not you will grant me ecstasy after the confession depends on you, of course; since I have confessed to illegal activities, you're not obligated to keep your word of giving me release, if you don't want to... Once I have confessed and have told you the secret information, then you can explain that as a confessed courier for the resistance, I have no legal rights, and you can therefore do as you please. At this point, you should feel free to amuse yourself by using my body for your own gratification in any way you please. Of course, you don't necessarily need to stick to this script exactly. Feel free to alter it if you like or to add new elements or subtract any elements you don't like I would like to hear other variations of this kind of scenario. There is only mild pain to either person in this fantasy and we would decide on a safeword beforehand. And the fun part is; is that you could really do this any time and more than once and it would never be the same way twice. |
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| Fantasy sex partner: | well i dont really have a fantasy sex partner, just an idea of who i want and what i want in a sex partner... |