What does a stunningly beautiful dominatrix have to do to find a decent slave in this town?
I tried collar me and they banned my profile. Yesterday I posted on craigslist and have been sifting through hundreds of messages with cock shots, internet grunts, and (the one I like the most) “get psychological help fast.”
Shit before I’m old and over it I would like to find a bitch who can keep up with me. I am uber-kinky, sexy, fit, I have curves like Jessica Rabbit, I love latex, I have a great dungeon, and I’m a super pervy perv. I am also a very normal person. I am well educated, well read, and well spoken. I have no tattoos or piercings, I look like the girl next door. I am an awesome catch. So why is everyone so chicken?
Yes, I bite. But it feels good when I bite you and it makes me happy.
Here is how the post read:
I am a dominatrix iso one good slave. I love latex, shoes, stockings, public adventures, and gender benders. I have a huge collection of costumes and sex toys. I’m one hot kinky bitch. It shouldn’t be so hard for me to find Slave Right. I expect things to be done my way. I am not a switch or a submissive, I am bitchy, difficult, demanding, and an all around great catch. You need to be polite, somewhat rich (read not broke — be able to afford the lifestyle I deserve — sorry waiter / actors — I support the cause but I like nice things), have a flexible enough schedule that you can drop everything when I call, be polyamorous or into being cuckolded, excited about fetish fashion, female dominance, and my pleasure. I do not care how old you are — 40’s and married might be perfect. These are my pictures here — I do a lot of fetish modeling. I am real and completely natural. I have no tattoos or piercing. I don’t even dye my hair. I’m the kind of girl who you can take home to mom. I’m very well educated and dare I even say “normal.” I can make conversation with just about anyone, I love to travel, and the only thing out of the ordinary about me is the fact that I am a pervert. I am a big pervy pervert. Wanna Play?
After the painful process of being stood up by several “slaves” I met a man in a bar who said that he has been a fan of mine for a number of years. He has been watching me cross the country doing piss stops and comedy shows. He was really pretty decent. We started shopping and when we got to The Pleasure Chest (the squeakiest, cleanest, most sterile, mid-western friendly, sex shop in the world) he began to panic saying “you don’t need toys to hurt me with you can just use your hands.” I’m a lazy dominatrix, I like sex toys and I don’t want to get carpal tunnel, arthritis, or any other hand cramping thing that can happen when I use my hands. I like tools, gadgets, and accessories!
We bought only a few things because this boy was obviously panicky about being in a sex shop. He said he had never been in a sex shop. How is that even possible? When we got to my dungeon he began to freak out, one step from hyperventilating ‘I’m not really into all this stuff, I just like pain … I don’t want to get in the cage.”
“And how is this my problem?” I found myself wondering.
I am finding boys who want to be slaves to be as terrified of the sexy woman as they were when they were twelve years old. I’m the real deal – a stunningly beautiful, all natural woman who turns men into women, pisses on boys in public places, and keeps a large collection of sex toys, designer shoes, and books.
Will I ever find slave right?