I am bisexual, and I’ve lived as a submissive for over fif*** years—fif*** years of surrender, discipline, and being molded into something worth possessing.
I have moved to a new city, and I’m ready to be claimed again. I don’t want a man who simply “likes control.” I want a man who will take it and keep it, who will own my every breath, who will cage me, bind me, use me, and know exactly when to tighten the leash.
You’ll find my desires where *** kisses pleasure:
24/7 TPE. Total slavery. Captivity. Long-term bondage that leaves me trembling and dripping.
Corsets pulled so tight , latex or rubber outfits.
Latex sealing me like a second skin until I can smell nothing but my own heat.
Gags, posture training, pony play, cages, body modification.
Anal, gyno play, dirty play,
Extreme heels that reshape my body into something you’ll keep on display.
Being pushed past the point where I think I’ll break—then finding I can go further for you.
I take care of myself—my body, my beauty, my discipline—and I expect the same from you. If you’re unshaven, sloppy, lazy, or think sending me a dick pic is foreplay, stop reading. If you’re under 40, or not white, keep scrolling—I’ve learned my lessons, and I’m not here to repeat mistakes.
I have a gorgeous girlfriend, and the right man—or couple—will know how to claim us both.
I am not trash. I am not meat to be discarded. I am a woman, a submissive woman, who will kneel for you, obey you, and take everything you give me—but only if you’re worthy of holding the leash.
So tell me… how tight will you pull it?