Setting The Scene and Introducing The Characters.
Hi, my name is Alice. Of course, that's not the name I was given, but it's the one I've given myself, and here at the beginning of our acquaintance, I feel quite entitled to decide who I am. I'm sure you'll form your own opinion of me as we go along this path together, though, I have to admit to hoping for the transient veil of anonymity to allow me all the freedom I need to share who I really am with you. Maybe one day you'll feel moved to share who you really are with me in return.
I have blogs in other places, profiles here, there and around, but nothing that can be easily linked to the me behind this screen, so in theory at least, complete nakedness (in all different manners) should be possible. Technically, I'm a stranger. But maybe not for long. Certainly, if this sudden and unexpected opportunity is what I expect it to be, it will be a brand new attempt to communicate honestly with whoever might be listening.
I'm unattached, female, beautiful, aware, open. I have never been married, and honestly can't imagine ever being so, though certainly I also believe that the best domestic partnerships in the world should begin and end with negotiation and a written contract. But that is me and mine, and I'm sure you'll hear my views on all manner of subjects before too long. I am bisexual, submissive, and of course quite capable of kicking your ass if you get out of line. I am without doubt a lady, perhaps even a goddess, with the definite heart of a whore for the chosen few;)
I love romance (though please not in fiction), I love passion, I love those who can ride the heights and the depths and get as much out of one as the other. Tepid I am not, though I am gentlest and most caring of company. I enjoy serving and being served - though my past years experience have been service of a different kind.
Once I lived with a man I called Sir. He told me once that he was my Master and I was his slave, and we went from there. He is younger than I am, now in his 30s and who knows where. He was the beginning of so many things for me, though I was on a path I'd already taken my own private steps on before we ever met. Our relationship was intense and immediate, and our interactions continued in sporadic bursts since then. I have never met anyone who I have shared the same intensity of feeling with, and I believe I have been as open to the possibility of feeling it with someone other than him since I saw him last than I have ever been, and yet still....still...
And still I feel that I belong to him. Now, more than ever, I crave the feeling of being on my knees for him, of offering my submission to him again, in honesty and with an open heart this time, instead of on some fake premise I didn't even understand. And when I fantasize, in my bed, late at night in front of the computer, it's his face, and his voice, and his hands that are still with me. How do you change your deepest fantasy just because it hasn't been realized. I can't take him out of that picture, can't replace him with another guy, another hot body, another commanding voice. Because those parts of the fantasy existed long before he made them physical, and they are still as powerful today as ever. Perhaps because we enacted so little in reality, those fantasies now have definition, and goddamn it, now I know what I want. Now I know who I am, who is the I who offers these parts of herself?
Am I the sweet submissive thing, naked on her knees, legs spread, hands behind her back and eyes downcast, waiting for your approval?
Am I the contracted sex slave, waiting for your pleasure at your whim, whatever that pleasure might be?
Am I the hungry, needy whore down on her knees, waiting for you to force your cock down her throat, making her gag?
Am I the sweet little daddy's girl, ripe for education and discipline?
Am I the writer, who writes these naughty things for you to read, someday maybe. If you somehow stumble upon them, and something rings a bell, perhaps you'll think of me.
And those fantasy you's? In your suit and tie...in your leathers....either way....you exist in those places I go in my mind while my hands are busy at my pussy. It's been so long since playing with myself has been any kind of a preoccupation, but just lately, it seems a running theme...:)
I've taken to cruising spanking sites, and have isolated domestic discipline and ageplay as being my definite turnons. I know that devillish 14 year old princess inside who's just waiting for daddy to come for her and take her home. I didn't have a corporal punishment childhood, so all the usual childhood punishments for me have nothing but positive connotations, and I can say with some certainty that a household run on traditional values (interspersed with open deviance of course) is my ideal living situation.
Vanilla I am not..:)
I live in Northern California, in the Redwoods, and I'm a writer and artist. Way out there spiritually, absolutely deviant sexually, and open to friendly conversation with all, feel free to contact me if you've a mind too.
Perhaps we can be friends?
Happy days!
Alice
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