looking for: long term secondary boyfriend that’s also d/s dynamic of brat tamer and hunter in play, but daddy dom when not in play -can be in person or distance - 25-45 old preferably - more specifically: secure, strategic Dom who loves my fire, plays the mental game as hard as the physical, and thrives on the hunt, the challenge, and the full intensity of me. I’m more attracted to personality/intelligence but I do have a preference of dark hair, pretty eyes, bad boy complex, biker, suits, and beards
what I am NOTTTTT looking for: quick hook up, couples (I like to only have 1 secondary), pic exchanges, FWB, long term booty call, easy to handle, someone who can just be sexual only, no strings, a sex slave -that’s not me and I never will be. I am a challenge and know my worth.
*read bio, limits, and kink list before messaging- I don’t want to repeat it*
**not an OF girl, I don’t sell**
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sc👻: Mrs.integrity
definitely response better on there than here
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general overview:
💎I’m a diamond in the rough with a dangerous sparkle—rare, intoxicating, and not easily tamed. My heart is pure, but my edges are sharp. Small talk bores me; depth excites me. If you can’t be ***, beat me in a mental cat and mouse game, witty, teasing, or original, you’ll never hold my attention.
💁🏼♀️Married (enm), educator, mother, academic researcher, masters/bachelors in psychology/criminology, child development, educational curriculum/leadership, gun lover, goth, Star Wars/Harry Potter lover, gamer, avid reader, writer and nerd—yet still a paradox: soft and sharp, saint and sinner, dominant in life and submissive in bed, fiercely passionate and selfless. I’m highly intelligent, intentional, observant, and hyper self-aware. Independent and calculated, but intuitive, empathetic, and passionate. A woman of contradictions—innocent in daily life, sinful when the fire is lit.
📜Career-driven, family devoted, service-oriented—but in the right dynamic, I’m an alpha submissive. I don’t kneel easily, but when I do, I fall hard. Earn my trust with honesty, communication, and respect, and I’ll give you devotion that’s dangerous in its intensity. I’ll make you feral, obsessed, and hungry.
📚Hobbies? reading, researching, learning, Gaming, writing, cooking, binge-watching, gun range nights, Legos, memes, and music (Sleep Token is religion). Food? Chicken, steak, chocolate
🐹Body? 5’1, soft hourglass, 38DDD, bubble butt, green eyes, dark hair, and the scent of vanilla. No makeup, just a soft sultry voice that lingers in your mind long after I’m gone. I dress in comfort or goth—but either way, I leave an impression.
🔥Ideal nights? Fireplace cuddles and movies. Pizza and Legos. Gun range adrenaline. Gaming that turns into a strip match. Stargazing on a car hood. Picnics by the lake. Long-distance? I’ll tease you on FaceTime, game with you, sync up our movies… or play with my favorite toy while you watch.
🎵🎧Anthems that define me: God is a Weapon (Falling in Reverse), Alkaline & Take Me Back to Eden (Sleep Token), Come Closer (Nation Haven), Easy to Love (Bryce Savage), I Hate You (Sick Puppies).
😇😈I’m contradiction. I’m prey and fire, angel and sinner, brat and caretaker. I want to be hunted, tamed, devoured. I’m the slow burn that drives you mad, the enigma you’ll ache to unravel, the surrender you’ll crave to own.
think you can handle me?
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overview dynamic:
I am demisexual—so you can’t just have me. You must earn me. My desire doesn’t awaken without an emotional bond, without trust, without depth. I crave vulnerability, honesty, and conversation that lingers like smoke. If you want me, you’ll have to work for it. I am a long burn. I heavily vet my doms and I am vetted.
✅My process is deliberate, dangerous, and for a reason: 1. answer my vetting Questions. 2.create a Bond. 3: Voice or video—let me hear the hunger in your tone. 4: In person, if it aligns… background check included. (If you have a record, explain yourself.) 5:Trial dynamic—two weeks of push and pull, testing every boundary. 6: And then? You’re either claimed by my submission—or you’re dropped.
😈My dynamics? Darkly delicious. Daddy/little girl. Tamer/brat. Hunter/owner and hunted prey. Push and pull. Cat and mouse. Spoil me, chase me, make me tremble, and then care for me like I’m your most fragile, dangerous addiction. I want unquenchable, feral desire. I want primal hunger that devours restraint. But I also need to be nurtured, mentored, loved into growth… all while you tame the fire and tease the brat in me.
🧎♀️As a submissive, I am dangerous in my devotion. I’ll anticipate your needs before you speak them. I’ll tend to your heart and mind like they’re sacred. I’ll give you unconditional love, fierce loyalty, attention that borders on obsession. I’ll nurture your soul, push you higher, encourage you to be better. I will pour into you until you can’t imagine life without my devotion.
🙎🏻♂️But my Dom must match me. Playfully strict. Emotionally available. A caretaker. Someone who can give me rules for both brat and little, punishments that sting, rewards that melt me, discipline that excites me, and care that soothes me. Someone who spoils me but respects me, who can handle my intensity instead of shrinking from it. Someone who sees my fire and doesn’t think it’s too much—but craves it. Someone who makes me feel safe enough to escape the weight of responsibility I carry every day.
🤷🏼♀️Because in my daily life, I dominate. I care for everyone but myself. I don’t play games—I don’t have time. I only have time for a Dom who makes me feel seen, cherished, and cared for. I only kneel when it’s earned. I only submit when it’s deserved. And I only keep one Dom outside my husband—because my surrender is sacred.
🐹And if you’re wondering why I’m worth the chase? Why I’m unforgettable once claimed? Let me whisper a few dangerous truths:
I squirt. I moan, whimper, cry, and tremble. My tits are so big I can bite my own nipples—or balance a knife beneath them. I’ve fucked a knife handle, grinded on its blade, and loved the sting. I taste myself and savor it, then suck your fingers or cock clean. I don’t fake it—I devour. When I suck, I use my tongue, my hands, my lips, my hunger, until you’re gasping. I’m tight, bikini-trimmed, with only four men in my history—but I’ll make you feel like I was made for you. I’m the kind of woman who’s easy to fall for—sweet, selfless, always pouring myself into everyone else while forgetting my own needs. My heart is unconditional, my care endless. I’m strong and independent in the light of day, yet when the door closes I become something else—bratty, trembling, teasing, wearing every emotion across my face like a confession I can’t hide. I make men feral with obsession, because I give them just enough… a smirk, a whimper, a shiver that betrays the dark desires I keep tucked beneath my softness. I love with devotion, I serve with passion, and I tease until control unravels. I’m both the woman who nurtures and the prey who taunts..
And when I run? I’m the little mouse you hunt. Catch me, and I’ll tremble, whimper, and break for you in *** and desire. Sometimes I’ll take initiative, maul you, make you weak with surprise. I’m no pillow princess—unless you demand it.
I am prey. I am fire. I am contradiction. I am devotion wrapped in sin. I will make you obsessed, feral, primal. And once I’ve surrendered? You’ll never be free of me.
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me in a nutshell:
I’m trembling… just thinking of you. Every shiver, every whimper, every sigh is yours to claim. I’m the little mouse you chase, soaked and quivering, begging at every touch—but even as I fall apart beneath you, I’ll make you feral, hungry, desperate for more.
I squirt, I moan, I cry, I tremble… I taste myself, I taste you, I taste every edge of this hunger. My body is dangerous—soft, big, biteable, yet capable of holding a knife beneath without hands. I suck, I roll, I flick, I tease… I take what I want, but only when you’ve earned it.
I’m tight, trimmed, raw. I’ve only been with four men, but I’ll make you ache like you’ve never known. Knife play, wax, breath, impact, restraint, hair pulling, biting… I crave it all, and I want you watching, wanting, obsessed.
I taunt, I tease, I run my mouth because I want the consequence. I want the sharp kiss of the blade when I push too far. I want your hand stealing my breath the moment I laugh at your control. I want the game where I fight, scratch, resist—until you break me open and take what I swore I’d never give. I’m not meant to behave. I’m meant to be hunted, punished, devoured
I’m independent, strong, and fierce in life… I’m bratty, little, raw, submissive… but only for the one worthy enough to hunt me, tame me, own me. I bring obsession, primal hunger, and surrender you won’t escape. Once I’m yours… you’ll never be free
By day, I wear innocence like silk. Sweet, selfless, in command—my intelligence and confidence woven into every breath I take. A woman of high value, untouchable, admired, almost saint-like. But beneath the glow is a shadow. A hunger that whispers for more. I crave the chase, the danger, the surrender. I want to be hunted, caught, claimed in ways that blur the line between worship and ruin. I am not one thing—I am contradiction made flesh. The light that soothes, the darkness that devours. The gentle hand that heals, the submissive soul that aches to kneel. To want me is to gamble with obsession. To touch me is to risk never letting go. Because I am not just a woman— I am the *** you can’t survive, and the desire you’ll never escape.
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