A Beginning

I do so hate staring at a blank piece of paper, or in this case the blank screen on my monitor. How much is too much information, and how much is too little. So perhaps a little about me to open things up.

I dislike labels either the one's on clothing or items or the one's that people insist on putting on other people. A person isn't all one thing or another they're a mixture of good and bad, we can't look at someone and say "well you're a model number whatever so you're going to look like this and act like this so I'll order 3 of that and 1 of model number that one"

Were I however to put a label onto myself I'd have to say that I'm a sensualist, I'm very tactile, I love the feel of silk or lace or leather against my skin.. I delight in wringing every emotional and physical response from you that I can get..
The roughness of a itchy scratchy woolen blanket against the warm silken flesh of my sub delights my senses. The soft caress of fur against their faces watching as they turn towards my touch, hearing the little wimpers and sharp intake of breath as I tighten the clamps on nipples or wherever I've placed them arouse me greatly

Tracing my nails and finger tips lightly over their bodies feeling the heat of a recent paddling, watching their skin react to my lightest touch, hearing their moans sighs and wimpers as I slide closer and closer to their desire.. hearing their sobs as my touch drifts away from what they want so desperately... wiping away their sweet salty tears as their eyes plead with me for release.. changing my touch from a soft barely felt touch to deep scratches and pinches.. smiling as they thrust their flesh eagerly for whatever I should do to them..

I adore the way you beg for my touch.. I'm aroused by the way you loose control of your speach until all that's left is raw primal need.. I'm thrilled to the core as I hold your shuddering body as you are finally allowed to release at my command.. I'm very protective and possessive as I hold you close to me bringing your mind and body back together feeling the softness of your breath against my flesh..

Is that sweet nectar dripping from you yet girl remembering or imagining it's you feeling my flesh on yours.. my will holding you in check.. Are you hard yet boy straining against the rings that encircle your shaft.. twitching and aching for that sweet release that may or may not come..

I get no pleasure in belittleing or humiliating someone.. It does nothing for me to have you crawl on your belly like a worm to me.. It disgusts me when you have no pride in yourself and "will do anything you want no limits".. If you can't sit beside me and look me in the eye with pride and dignity then what good are you to me.. If you can't face me with truth and honesty then there is no relationship, there is no submission, there is no Domination there's only sexual fantasy and role playing.. and that is not who or what I am.