About me
Description
Quiet. Obedient with a touch of sass. I am primarily submissive, but switch curious.
Not a bitch, sissy, or slut. If you ask me to be one then you obviously haven't bothered to read this. I would never serve anyone so careless.
I am a little confused in the BDSM roles and fetishes list below as to what is meant by active and passive. For handcuffs does active mean that I am actively wearing them or actively putting them on someone else? I don't think my interpretation was consistent before I gave up trying to answer all of them.
Desires and Fantasies
I would like to meet the person that I want to spend the rest of my life with. I'm wise enough to know that this takes time and don't expect it to happen right away. As the name says, I am cautious and am hoping to meet someone who doesn't expect me to worship them blindly. I am also open to just making friends and talking.
I would like to try long term chastity, but cannot find a good device that doesn't pinch or squeeze to the point of making my day-to-day life difficult to live. Some people say that a punishing device is the point of chastity. I disagree, at least to the nature of the punishment. My interest in chastity is giving up control of my orgasms, not a constant CBT.
I have one fantasy that I'm beginning to think is the most outlandish and freakish fantasy out there. A woman contacts me and actually acts as if she's read any of my profile.
And I call myself cautious for a reason. I'm not going to just hand out my phone number until I get to know someone. The site's message function - it's like texting for patient people.
Limits
No anal insertions
No bodily fluids
No crossdressing
If you ask me where I'm from then I'll know you didn't bother to read any of this. Why should I then take you seriously?
My roles & archetype
My kinks & fetishes
I like:
- Bondage Body Bags (Passive)
- Bondage
- Bondage Bed (Passive)
- Bondage Belt
- Bondage Cuffs
- Bondage Yoke
- Bondage Rope
- Bondage Sleepsack
- Chains (Active)
- Collar & Leash
- Cuddling
- Edging (Passive)
- Restraints
- Handcuffs
- Humbler
- Kinky Sex (Active)
- Latex Fetish
- Massage (Active)
- Armbinder
- Spanking Paddles (Passive)
- Cock Ring
- Sensory Deprivation (Active)
- Spanking
- Spreader Bar
- Submission (Active)
- Vacuum Beds (Passive)
- Vanilla (Active)
- Straitjackets
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Day 4, Grid 4
Perks include a collar, a cell and regular spankings.
Day 3, Grid 3
You have to double check you are presentable before approaching Mistress.
Then she suggested tease and denial. A night of Read more…edging and having to wait until the next morning before she let him finish. At first, he would go to jerk off in the bathroom before morning but she threatened to cut him off completely if that kept on. Eventually, he admitted that having to wait made it better.
When she suggested chastity he said no. No matter how much she prodded and promised it would make sex better – when she allowed it – he refused.
“But it doesn’t lock,” she told him the night she showed him the gates of hell. “It’s like a chastity cage but you won’t be locked in it.” He was skeptical. “That trapped feeling will make you appreciate release more when you are released. And you won’t really be trapped; it will just be in your mind.”
“How does it work?”
“Just put your cock into the rings. You’ll have to squeeze your balls through the last one to hold it all in place.”
“Squeeze?”
“It won’t stay on if it’s not a little tight. Maybe there will be a little discomfort putting it on and taking it off but just remember that you can squeeze it off just as easily as on.”
He started to put it on but she stopped him.
“First, this goes on.” She slid a small sleeve on his cock which started him on way to an erection. He had to wait a little before putting the rings on.
“That helps to slide it on better?”
“No.” She watched as he worked one ball through the last ring and struggled a little to get the second one through. “Teasing you through the rings won’t be very easy. That’s a remote stimulator.”
She pulled a small control out of the bedside drawer and gave him a few seconds of vibration.
“How’s that?” She didn’t have to ask. She could see the look on his face as his member tried to expand in the rings. “You like it?”
“It’s worse than the edging,” he admitted. “I’m not sure I like it as much.”
“But you will,” she said sweetly. “When I release you and ride you to orgasm it will be the greatest feeling you’ve ever experienced.” She gave his cock some more vibrations. “Any *** you feel will be worth it.”
He winced.
“Think of what this Is leading to,” she insisted as she gave him a little more. “After the first time you’ll be begging for the *** knowing how much it intensifies your future pleasure.”
He groaned a little but nodded. “More,” he said. She obliged him on and off for the next hour.
“I bought a pair of boots once,” she said as she kissed his chest. “They were a little too small for me, but I liked the style.
He nodded as if this mattered. She didn’t need to use the remote to cause him discomfort.
“My feet swelled the first time I wore them, and I couldn’t get them off. I had to sit still for a few hours until the swelling went down.”
She gave his swollen balls a squeeze and he winced again.
“I don’t think you’ll be taking that off until the swelling goes down a bit.”
She pressed her control again and he whimpered.
“I promised you no locks,” she said. She activated the vibrator again. “Now I’ll just have to keep those balls swollen to keep you caged. But I promise, it will feel great when I finally do release you.” She smiled as he groaned. “If you had agreed to a locking cage I’d be able to let you relax a little from time to time, but now I’m going to have to keep the vibrator going.”
Day 1, Grid 1
All of Mistress' slaves get along.
“What can you do? I want to make a complaint. I want a refund. Let me talk to somebody in charge!”
“In what order would you like all that, dearie?” This temporarily stunned the plaintive once more. “Why don’t you tell me all about it?”
“I- well- I-“ the woman stammered. She got a grip and started again a little calmer but still clearly upset. “I ordered an abduction.”
“And?”
“And?! I didn’t get it!”
“Are you sure?” The woman turned bright red. The receptionist continued before she could start yelling. “Do you have a receipt?”
“Yes!” the woman snapped. “And I want a refund!”
“Can I see it?”
More fuming before the woman started digging through her purse. “Yes! Yes, you can. You were hoping I didn’t bring it, weren’t you?”
“I just need to check the order number, precious.” She looked at the proffered receipt as if she had been handed a clipping from a tabloid. “Hmmm, yes,” she finally said in a tone that probably wasn’t meant to be as annoying as it was. She turned to her computer and entered a few keystrokes. “Uh-huh.”
“Well?” The woman was still angry, but at least something was getting done, even if not as fast as she wished and perhaps questionably.
“You ordered an abduction.” There was only a snort in reply. “You shouldn’t be here. Abductions are done as outcall services.”
“It was supposed to be last night!” The woman was back to loud anger. “I walked around for hours and nobody abducted me.”
“I see.” There was a pause. “Let me check the notes.” More typing into the computer. “Your application looks good. Limits listed in detail. Preferred kinks. You left the scenario open.”
“I wanted it to be a surprise. They said I could leave it open.”
“Yes, within reason. Let me check their plans.” More keystrokes. “Uh-huh.” She flipped back-and-forth between windows comparing the application to the scenario outline. “Sometimes, at the last minute, they find an error and have to cancel. Did they call you?”
“Nobody has called me,” the woman said tersely.
“Uh-huh. Everything in their plans seems to be from your interest list. Nothing from your limits. There’s a service report. Hmmmmm.”
“How can there be a service report when there’s been no service?” The woman was almost back to shouting.
“Psychological expectations,” the receptionist read as if she hadn’t heard. “There you are. You were walking around, expecting to be abducted, so they didn’t abduct you.”
“Of course I was expecting to be abducted. I paid for an abduction.”
“Yes, but if you were expecting it then it wouldn’t be a very satisfactory experience. You’d still be asking for your *** back. This way everyone is happy.”
“I am not happy!”
“No, but it’s really all your fault for expecting an abduction.” If looks could kill that would have been the end of it. “All right,” the receptionist finally gave in to the angry glare. “Let me call a supervisor. Maybe they’ll be authorized to give you a partial refund.”
“PARTIAL-!’
“I’m doing the best I can, dearie. Please have a seat. Maybe they can answer your questions better.”
The woman muttered several unrepeatable comments about the company and its policies but took a seat as the receptionist started dialing for assistance.
She was too busy glaring at the receptionist to hear the panel behind her slide aside. A man swiftly pulled a sack over her head. Before she could do anything more than scream, a second man wrapped a strap about her pinning her to the chair and securing the sack around her. Her screams were muffled as she was dragged down the hidden passage and the panel slid back into place. Soon she would be driven to the sight of the rest of her scenario.
The receptionist returned to her magazine. “Weren’t expecting that were you, dearie?”
She laid the catsuit out on her bed and the smell of Read more…new leather filled the room. This was power or so she hoped. No more would she be the office scapegoat. At least, this was a step towards asserting herself even if she never wore it outside the flat. Confidence started in the mind after all. If they had sent the wrong size she would have just accepted that, yesterday, but already she was thinking just what she would say if they had gotten her order wrong. The size was correct.
She stripped down to her undergarments and held the suit to her body as she looked in her full-length mirror.
“Elegant, isn’t it?” her reflection said.
Arora gasped and dropped her new suit. Her reflection was already wearing it. She stood slightly taller due to the heeled boots she was wearing, and she wasn’t standing in Arora’s bedroom but rather a tidy looking dungeon.
“Who-?”
“I am arorA,” the reflection interrupted, “your opposite.” It was pronounced the same way but somehow the name was completely different when the reflection said it.
“You are-“
“Everything that you wish to be,” arorA interrupted once more. “Everything you can be.” She placed her hand on the surface of the mirror. “Everything you *** to be but crave to achieve. I am the you that you have always been curious about and the opportunity to be your true self.” She gave a slight nod to her hand.
Arora couldn’t take her eyes off of those in the mirror but was aware that she was reaching forward to match the gloved hand that was offered. When she felt the cool glass against her palm things blurred slightly and she felt a little dizzy. The same effect must have been felt by arorA because she pulled her hand away and touched where er brows met her nose as if fending off a headache. When Arora regained her senses, she saw that arorA was now standing in her bedroom. She glanced about to get a more clear view of the dungeon that her reflection had run.
“So, this is…” She wasn’t sure what to say. “How do I start?”
“Just be yourself.”
Arora noted her suit still at the feet of her opposite who was still dressed as she had been. “Do you have any suggestions on what to wear? Where do you keep your outfits?”
“You are dressed fine for a sub,” arorA said sternly. “You touch nothing without permission.” Arora gasped and her reflection continued before she could protest. “I told you this was a chance for you to learn about your true self. Don’t worry. My friends evE and hannaH will tell you what to do until I decide to return.” She paused and gazed away as if thinking. “If I decide to return. Your world will be fascinating to explore. Now what do I have to work with…?”
She reached out of frame and the scene shifted as she opened Arora’s closet door. When arorA was out of the mirror, Arora found herself suddenly looking at her true self standing in her counterpart’s dungeon. She waited for arorA to close the door but that never happened. Or, perhaps, the link had been broken and could only be reestablished under proper circumstances. Holding her catsuit up, she had looked somewhat like her double, but that was back in the real world. Was it her brief belief that she could be dominant? It hadn’t taken long for arorA to remove those thoughts from her mind.
There were voices in the other room. Was this evE and hannaH? Could she convince them that she was arorA? Probably not. They would catch her lying and she was standing amid the possible punishments they could inflict when they did. Her best choice was to accept her fate and hope that her double tired of living in the real world.
Day 12
Row 6 Column 3 - 23rd piece
“I always feel like somebody's watching me.”
Day 12
Row 6 column 4 - 24th piece
"Folks, we have scored big this time."
Oops! That was a copy/paste error on my part.
Think more than just a friend.
Day 11
Row 6 Column 1 - 21st piece
“Huckleberry was cordially hated and dreaded by all the mothers of the town because he was idle, and lawless, and vulgar, and bad - and because all their *** admired him so, and delighted in his forbidden society, and wished they dared to be like him.”
Day 11
Row Read more… 6 column 2 - 22nd piece
"Ve have vayz of making you talk."
Day 10
Row 5 Column 3 - 19th piece
"Wait. A computer matched her with him? I don't think so."
Day 10
Row 5 column 4 - 20th piece
"Oh wicked, bad, naughty, evil Zoot. Oh, she is a bad person and must pay the penalty."
Day 9
Row 5 Column 1 - 15th piece
"Make me an offer I can't refuse."
Day 9
Row 5 column 2 - 16th piece
"What a pal. What a friend and a half!"
Day 8
Row 4 Column 3 - 13th piece
"I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it any more!"
Day 8
Row 4 column 4 - 14th piece
"Bees hang tight. -Well, we're all jammed in there. It's a close community."
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