I’m a 45 year old woman just wanting to have fun . I like being obedient for my master im just looking for someone who wants to have fun with my master and I no strings attached .

I've thought quite a bit on what the appeal is, and why this excites me in ways that very few others do. The simple answer I always land on is the ***. Where most other fetishes rely on discussion (and this one does too, make no mistake) and preparation, a proper *** fantasy hinges on unpredictability, ***ness, and of course, the terror. *** causes a peak in the nervous system. The amygdala releases stress hormones, putting your brain on the hunt for danger in a never-ending effort by your brain to keep you safe. The heart quickens, sight sharpens, your ability to observe kicks into overdrive and your body prepares for the instinctual choice: Fight or Flight. Arousal is nearly identical. It heightens the senses, warms the *** within. Your nature as a fragile human creature is on full display, likely because you feel safe to do so. Vulnerability is key to intimacy after all, and what is more *** than being pinned to the ground by someone bigger, stronger, knowing you couldn’t possibly stop them from taking what they want? No flight, no fight, your body ***d to react in different ways to the hormonal rush. You may be whimpering and shaking while your attacker teases and laughs, but between you both there is sweat dropping and hot, heavy breaths intermingling. Skin will touch even if it crawls with terror. Whether you beg for more or for it all to stop, at the end of it all is your quickly beating heart and the heat in your body, the thrilling rush of vulnerability. *** and arousal combine to create a new, electrifying feeling that rises above ***, above shame, and creates sensations that are simply unachievable elsewhere. The thrill of a chase before being pinned to the ground, the whispered threat of *** before clothing comes off, the edge of a knife pressed against skin, and the knowledge that you are in danger, and the only thing you can do is take it. To me, *** is almost a secret ingredient in intimacy--an intoxicating flavor that brings out the best in every other ingredient. An experience you can't put a stop to when the intensity is too much to handle.

I’m a 45 year old woman just wanting to have fun . I like being obedient for my master im just looking for someone who wants to have fun with my master and I no strings attached .

I've thought quite a bit on what the appeal is, and why this excites me in ways that very few others do. The simple answer I always land on is the ***. Where most other fetishes rely on discussion (and this one does too, make no mistake) and preparation, a proper *** fantasy hinges on unpredictability, ***ness, and of course, the terror. *** causes a peak in the nervous system. The amygdala releases stress hormones, putting your brain on the hunt for danger in a never-ending effort by your brain to keep you safe. The heart quickens, sight sharpens, your ability to observe kicks into overdrive and your body prepares for the instinctual choice: Fight or Flight. Arousal is nearly identical. It heightens the senses, warms the *** within. Your nature as a fragile human creature is on full display, likely because you feel safe to do so. Vulnerability is key to intimacy after all, and what is more *** than being pinned to the ground by someone bigger, stronger, knowing you couldn’t possibly stop them from taking what they want? No flight, no fight, your body ***d to react in different ways to the hormonal rush. You may be whimpering and shaking while your attacker teases and laughs, but between you both there is sweat dropping and hot, heavy breaths intermingling. Skin will touch even if it crawls with terror. Whether you beg for more or for it all to stop, at the end of it all is your quickly beating heart and the heat in your body, the thrilling rush of vulnerability. *** and arousal combine to create a new, electrifying feeling that rises above ***, above shame, and creates sensations that are simply unachievable elsewhere. The thrill of a chase before being pinned to the ground, the whispered threat of *** before clothing comes off, the edge of a knife pressed against skin, and the knowledge that you are in danger, and the only thing you can do is take it. To me, *** is almost a secret ingredient in intimacy--an intoxicating flavor that brings out the best in every other ingredient. An experience you can't put a stop to when the intensity is too much to handle.