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WHAT I AM: I am submissive, not a slave.? I would make a horrible slave.? I have a mind and I tend to speak it often.? I am an alpha submissive and have a tendency to submit to true Alpha Doms only.? I tend to be more dominant to other submissives. ? I have a generous heart and love being around people.? I am on here to find friends and people with common lifestyle experiences and maybe just maybe one day find Him.? I will not kid myself, I am looking for my One, just like every other submissive out there.? However, "friends" is a good starting point.? I get along with everyone,? I love everyone, and like being around all sorts.? I just do not tend to be submissive to all sorts.? I will respond to Gentleman Dom inquiries and will block you if you come across as abrasive or insulting. ? Again, I am not on here to be insulted.? I will try my hardest to be polite and not insult anyone. Please do not ask me to call or FB you. ?I will friend you on FL, get to know you, then if ?the friendship is growing, we can do the phone and FB thing.? ? "A brief history" As a child, while other girls were dressing up as princess, I was playing dressing up as a hooker.? My grandfather, allowed me to look through his Play Boy and Forum collections elike most kids looked at the Sunday comics.? I had a hard time in relationships simply because I had a hard time seeing boys as men.? Then one day, (2008) I found this romance book author (no it was not the idiot that wrote the?Shades of Grey?crap) that wrote these amazing BDSM books.? I related to the characters in the first three in the series as if she was describing me.? I was amazed and completely addicted to her stories.? They gave me the courage to go to a group meeting and I was hooked.? A few weeks later, I had my first play scene at a play party and my world changed.? I love participating in scenes at play parties, but keep intercourse of any kind a private experience.? I like to play hard and love softly.? I am a sensual submissive and not a pain slut.??? I do have a little, and she tends to be quite a brat at times, especially if I am in the company of another little brat.? (if you don't know what a little is....then you need to ask)? At one point I had begun my Leather Journey, but put that on hold after I relocated to a small town. ( If you do not know what Leather is...then you really need to ask)? That brings us to the present.? I live in a very small town and there is just no action around here.? Makes it hard meeting people in safe group settings if there are no munches or meet and greets.? So I have resorted to the internet.? ? I have a history of my lifestyle experience you can find in my journal under My Map. ? ? Now on to the not so nice part of me.... I do not want a long distance relationship of any kind....friendship, maybe.? I will not chat with anyone that comes across as overbearing or desperate.? Please do not ask for more pictures if you do not have one on your profile.? I wish I could show my face, but I have a fear of being outed at work, so that will not be a request I will grant until I get to know you better.? If I can tell that you did not read my profile that I took the time to fill out, I will probably not respond.? For example:? "do you want it hard!?!?" or "How do you feel about public humiliation?" WOW, you so did not read my profile and you sure as hell do not come across as a real dominant

Please understand that this is a rant and not personal. It is not my intent to insult or be confrontational. However, there are a few actions that will get you blocked without hesitation or a response:

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1.? Sending me amateur erotica.
Over the past year I have received messages from dom's that consist of "rough" amateur erotica.? As if their sexual abilities are accurately reflected through their imagination in pros form. REALLY? I like gentlemen and true Dominants, not boys, domineering ass', or pseudo doms.? That is just crass, you do not know me yet.? Why the hell would you do that?? It is overly desperate, and desperation is a sign weakness.? Women don't really want a weak dom now do they?

2.? Not reading my profile, at least read what my likes and dislikes are.
A true Dom will want to be sure that they are not wasting their time contacting someone.? You can bet your ass that I am going to read up on a person before I contact them.?? I am not the one that is supposed to be scatter-brained, and needing guidance?.? If I can tell that you did not take the time to read up on me,? I will not take the time to respond to you.

3.? Close-ups of a penis or vagina.? Good lord.? In my mind a Dominant is an alpha, a person that oozes power and control.? A person that has their act together and posses self respect as well as self dignity.? It is present in the way they walk, the way they talk, the way they treat others, and how they present themselves.?? They have no need to brag or convince submissives (or maybe themselves) that their penis or vagina is magical and can make any sub's dreams come true.? In my experience, doms that feel the need to show off their penis/vagina, are overcompensating for other deficits, and that kind of takes you out of the Dom category and drops you more so in the desperate category.
(Disclaimer:? This does not include nude images.? I am an artist and amateur photographer and there is a difference between art and a snap shot...)

4.? There are those that will feel compelled to send me hate mail or bitchie letters over this rant...if that is your first inclination, you just proved yourself to be either a true ass hat or a domineering ass and might want to consider finding a mentor.? A true and natural Dominant would simply realize that we do not have the same kink or ideas of BDSM and move on.? Messages of a negative nature will be deleted and you will be blocked.? I will not be: insulted, depressed, put out, melancholy, guilt ridden or regret that I hurt your pride.? I will simply delete your message, and block you.? So you will have wasted your time and not mine.


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If you have gotten this far and think you are a true Alpha Dominant (and not a domineering ass or wan-a-be dom) or think we can be friends, please contact me.?

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Thank you,

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8/8/2017 2:13:44 PM
The story you are about to read is true. Although, I do have a fairly good imagination, this shit just can not be made up. In 1994 I took a midnight train out of Warrensburg Missouri headed to St. Lewis Missouri. Once there I was to connect with another train at 2am headed to Longview Texas. I was on my way to surprise my brother at his wedding a few days later. I was very nervous and scared. Traveling by myself was not something I had ever done before. It didn't help that I was 4ft 11inches tall and a whopping 110 lbs soaking wet back then. The first stretch was quit pleasant. There was an amazing train steward with his crisp uniform and iconic hat. He was full of smiles and sweet kindergarten jokes. He kept us laughing all the way to St. Lewis. Once there, we unloaded and settled in for our connecting rails. For the next 2 hrs, people filtered in and out. New faces coming, old faces going. There was an extended family, 2 women and 5 children sitting close by and between reading and snacking, they were my only entertainment in the filthily, dingy dirt streaked white room. Those typical government issue 1970 metal chairs lined the wall, and made for an uncomfortable ass and impossible to get comfortable. During a moment of polite Southern conversation, I had learned that family would be taking the same train, and that they had made this trip on several occasions. I relaxed a little knowing that they felt safe enough to make this trip again. I settled in as best as possible and watched the kids play on a blanket. Trust me, the place was not where you would want your kids to play on the floor. Finely they call our train. The s-type in me let the other 8 or so people on first. As I made it into the car, I was greeted by an even more stereotypical steward. Tall, average build, black man, with an infectious smile. He dubbed me "Princess" and escorted me through the car looking for a comfortable, safe place for me to rest. Most of the passengers were asleep and those that had to adjust to the new riders were quietly settling in. He leaned over and tapped a sleeping elderly woman on the shoulder, she knew the drill, grunted, made room for me, and promptly fell back to sleep. Steward brought me a pillow, with a polite, "Here you go Princess" and made his way through the car. I settled in with hopes to sleep. Around 5 am the silent stillness of sleeping passengers came to an end. Apparently, there was a group of retired travelers and they ALL began to wake up and move around. Some headed to the shower car, others to the breakfast car. The steady traffic made sleeping impossible for a light sleeper like me. Looking over, my row companion was now awake. She was about in her 60's and very average. She smiled and introduced herself, Lottie. It was not long before Steward came by, he checked on everyone, then introduced the new Steward for shift change. As the first Steward left, the seat in front of me abruptly flopped back into my lap. There twisted around holding on to the headrest was a black man. He had wild eyes, wore a knit toboggan, and had a smell that told of hard times. After looking back and froth with wild crazy eyes between me and Lottie, he whispered in a very distressed, gravely voice "Did you see that? That was a nigro. I can't believe they let him on the train!" Then he flopped his seat back up. I looked over at Lottie, and she promptly smothered her low pitched laughter in her small travel pillow. I sucked in my laugh, mama taught me better. About 10 minutes later, as another black person walked by, the seat in front of me abruptly flopped back into my lap. Again he, looked back and forth and repeated "Did you see that? That was a nigro. I can't believe they let him on the train!" This time both of us hid our faces in our respective pillows. (Just for the record and your general understanding, any time a person of African descent walked by, he flipped out.) We settled in and found our own entertainment. Shortly after, the seat in front of me flopped down. I looked up and smiled, not sure what to expect but knowing it was going to be good. In a tone, not unlike a 6 year old on the way to Disney Land " I'm going to Dallas. Is it a big place?" I nodded "Yes it is a very big place. You will have fun there." He frowned, and flopped his chair back up. Lottie and I shared another look. A few minutes later, the chair flopped down yet again. "I'm going to Dallas, is it a big place." I politely respond. He looks around with those wide eyes, "Are you going to Dallas?" "No, I'm not, I'm going to Longview." The conversation continued on and off, but always in the tones of an adult talking to a child. (And again, this same conversation happened on multiple occasions.) I shared my snacks with him and even got him a soda from the food car. My neighbor and I shared lots of looks and smiles as I held these mocking bird conversations with this stranger. When the train finely made it to Longview, I said my goodbyes and made my way to the luggage car to get my bags. The Steward looked at me, handed me my luggage and responded. "Just like a true Princess" winked and moved on to the next suitcase and passenger. Did Steward just have an innate understanding of what kind of person I was? Did he know what kind of trip I would have that night? Either way, that trip and those people are something I will never forget. Funny thing is I don't remember anything about the trip back to Missouri a week later. Absolutely nothing other than trying to find my truck key hidden under the bumper, and heading back to my little apartment and little husband.

4/26/2017 7:35:54 PM
Uhmmmm, everyone knows that people can tell if you actually LOOKED AT THERE PROFILE, vs just looking at their pictures, right? Just checking because I get a lot of goofballs that request me for their "favorite" circle and they have not even read my profile. I'm flattered that you like my photos, but I am not that one dimensional or conceited.

2/21/2017 8:17:31 PM
What not to do.... "locks it head mainager wash its udders hook up pumping unit to its udders gos be hide cow rubs it clit til swelled hooks up sucking unit to it as well starts fringer its hole till its gaping takes out sounding unit for crivex and sounds its crivex till it well open for breeding" This was sent to me this evening. All I can say is "NO, UHMMMMMMM HELL NO!" Why would you cold contact someone without reading their profile? First impressions are the only thing you have to make an impression. And "I'm an Ass Hole" is not a first impression that I respond to in a positive manner. I am sure my snotty ass hole response will get an even better WHOLE Ass response in return, but damn, I get tired of tops/masters/doms not using that 3 lb blob found in the cavity in their skull.

11/22/2016 5:24:24 PM
From: =????$* Dated: 11/21/16 7:24 PM You're a fat, self-absorbed moron. That's why you've been here 4 years, skank... To avoid violating terms of use, the name of the person that sent this message has been removed. This is the type of behavior I expect from a pseudo-dom or a domineering ass. A true dom would never act in such a way. I have never contacted this person. He has never contacted me before. There is no history of contact found. He has been blocked. Be careful out there ladies. Jerks and ass holes truly do exist. I only get these hatefull and bitter letters once or twice a year, but it does make me thankful for all the thousands of beautiful people that have contacted me over the years seeking knowledge, offering support, and comon solidarity with polite and respectful voice. This kind of behavior is TOTALLY unacceptable and not FINE at all.. Polite words and kind interactions are TOTALLY FINE. Enjoy your holidays friends. dixie

11/2/2016 8:12:54 PM
She sat quietly eyes closed. There was no need for conversation or game. Her head and shoulders slightly drooped. Those that didn?t know any better would have thought her asleep. Those that did know better envied her meditative state. Aware of nothing yet everything that he deemed important; His smell, His voice, His touch? Friends and family gathered here or there, conversations whispered in the background mingled with enticing sounds of passion or pain. Yet all she knew was what he deemed important: His needs, His desires, His choice? She found peace in the reverent act of kneeling at his side. She found comfort in the familiar scent that was his and his alone. She found reassurance in the slow cadence of his voice. She found desire in the casual brush of his fingertips on her bare shoulder. His need was her submission. His desire was her comfort. His choice was for her to kneel, quietly at his feet, mind at ease. This is where she is radiant. This is where she is whole. This is where she is home

3/16/2016 9:51:36 AM
UPDATE: WOW, I stuck to my guns and he finely contacted me with another guilt message. Said he was disapointed that I had not called him even though I had had his phone number for weeks. Called me a "loony tune" and a fake. I just blocked him. There is no need to expel energy arguing the point with someone that is that self absorbed. Reality is that I can not blame him. That is a behavior that women have encouraged and if women would quit tolerating it, men would quit behaving in that manor. I know that there are men out there that are Dominant but carry themselves with respect and dignity as well as treat their property as if it was the most precious and beautiful gift they could ever have been given..... But he is not one of those. Amazing! Thank all of you for your uplifting words of encouragement. I expected a few, but this is beyond what I expected. There is hope for CS after all.

3/5/2016 9:54:50 AM
I liked him. ?I did. ?We had only exchanged about 4 short messages. ?Nothing deep, but then he gave me his phone number and told me to call him. ?I thought about it, nearly broke one of my rules. ?Then I remembered what has happened every time I caved on one of my rules. ?I didn't call, then got a message saying he was "disapointed" in me. ? Ohh my, that is such a big deal for a sub. ?Can not stand it. ?I am itching to call. ?Sigh...gona stick to my guns though. ?If a man can not respect the fact that this world is a dangerous place, and I have to be logical and safe in my actions, then he is just not the man for me. ? A girl has to be careful and giving away information to someone that could possible be off kilter is dangerious. ?Patience is a virture. ?Anything worthwhile is worth the wait. ?

8/7/2014 2:34:01 PM

Please understand that this is a rant and not personal.  It is not my intent to insult or be confrontational.  However, there are a few actions that will get you blocked without hesitation or a response:

1.  Sending me amateur erotica.

Over the past year I have received several messages from dom's that sent me "rough" amateur erotica.  I like gentlemen and true Dominants, not boys, domineering ass',  or pseudo doms.  I am not into rough or painful sex.  It turns me off and I am far from attracted to it.  I am a sensualist.  On top of that,  that is crass, you do not know me yet.  Why the hell would you do that? I like to be loved, not: roughed up, insulted, slapped, forced, or humiliated.  The only time I am a masochist is when I "play"  I like spanking benches, crosses, or even just handcuffed to a chain from the ceiling.   Sex is never part of my play.

2.  Not reading my profile, at least read what my likes and dislikes are.

A true Dom will want to be sure that they are not wasting their time contacting someone.  You can bet your ass that I am going to read up on a person before I contact them.   I am the one that is supposed to be scatter-brained, and needing guidance?.  If I can tell that you did not take the time to read up on me,  I will not take the time or respond to you.

3.  Close-ups of a penis or vagina.  Good lord.  In my mind a Dominant is an alpha, a person that oozes power and control.  A person that has their act together and has self respect as well as self dignity.  It is present in the way they walk, the way they talk, the way they treat others, and how they present themselves.   They have no need to brag or convince submissives (or maybe themselves) that their penis or vagina is magical and will make sub's dreams come true.  In my experience, men that feel the need to show off their penis, are overcompensating for other deficits, and that kind of takes you out of the Dom category and drops you  more so in the bottom feeder category.

4.  There are those that will feel compelled to send me hate mail or bitchie letters over this rant...if that is your first inclination, you just proved yourself to be domineering ass and might want to consider finding a mentor.  A Dominant would simply realize that we do not have the same kink or ideas of BDSM and move on.  Messages of this nature will be deleted and you will be blocked.  I will not be: insulted, depressed, put out, melancholy or regret that I hurt your pride, deleted your message, and blocked you.  So you will have wasted your time.

 


4/29/2014 6:55:46 PM

? I have edited my blog....?http://thedixieline.blogspot.com Although i have not been as active writing as I would like to be.


4/10/2014 3:58:26 PM

I hate being an ass but here it goes. 

Where I went wrong, replying to his contact in the first place, even though I knew he did not have the experience or mastery to hold his composure.  My profile says that if I can tell you didn't read it, I would not contact you.....I broke my rule, and tried to be respectful and ran into an egotistical, close minded, jerk.  Don't get ahead of me,  I am not offended in any way, just slightly disappointed in myself for not sticking to my guns.

Every relationship in this world is created around mutual likes and dislikes.  It is how the connection evolves and grows.  If a prospective Dom does not read my profile how does he even remotely know that we are compatible?  Good gracious, people if it is filled out.....than take the 8 minuets and read the damn thing!  Prove that you have some intelligence and a little interest in something other than looks you conceited ass!

If you are curious this is the way it went down:  He proved himself false.   He called himself a "confident European with a sexy accent"  yet his next message and his profile proved he did not read my profile.  In fact he called me "sexy eyes"  I wonder if he even made it past the pictures and the fact that I live in Texas.  I replied back, which in not in my character, that I was looking for something a little bit more classy, and that "I wish you luck finding the right girl, but I am not the girl for you." He contacted me again and proceeded to inform me that that his pictures of his dick were not any different than me posting my "brat" shirt or the picture of my tattoo.....um no....you posting a picture of the tattoo on your back and your cleavage would be the equivalent of my pictures.  Me posting a picture of my pussy and naked boobs would be the same as you posting those pictures of your dick.  On top of that, you are supposed to be the "Dom", why are you showing off your penis like a piece of meat at a slave market?  Looking for the highest bidder maybe?  Wow. I thought that was the sub/slaves place.  Justifying and explaining your personal choices, well again, I am not your Dom, you do not have to explain your choices to me.  Once again he stepped into the sub role.  His letter to me says "P.S. be honest or dont answer thanks"  I was, and and he got defensive for me being honest.  WOW, your sure are confident in your role as a Dom.

So there you have it:  I have standards, and I am making a vow to myself to stick to them for multiple reasons.......


3/15/2014 12:21:25 AM

I fell asleep last night to the feel of your hands caressing my curves.  The warm moist heat of your breath on the back and neck.   Your lips nipping at my shoulder and ear.  The slight tickle of body hair against the back of my thighs and ass.  The strength of you arms holding me close. Your nails biting into the swells of my breasts.  Your fingers digging in to my supple flesh and teasing to perfection.  My body writhed, arched, and stretched, my feet caressed and slid across the cool sheets.  My hands clenched and pulled at the pillowcase.  Your voice demanded in my ear “cum for me sweet girl.”  I surrendered and melted in bliss.  You tucked me in close and whispered “good night sweet girl” with a gentile kiss on the back of my neck and all was calm, wonderful, and right in the world.

It was an amazing dream....thank you for giving me that.


1/1/2014 8:23:57 PM

Monday I headed south to so see my BFF.  This was my first trip to Houston after the breakup.  I don't think I have ever had such a heavy feeling of nostalgia, at least that is what I think I was feeling.  I wanted to drive through town to all my old haunts.  I longed for an EROS or H-NLA meeting, but Saturday and Sunday were already gone,  I thought about heading to the little bar downtown where they had the meetings just to have a beer, but no one I knew would have been there.  I thought about going to the Eagle, but again, no one would have been there.  I went shopping instead.  Bought a killer pair of leather boots and a fake fur coat.  Nothing like leather and furies to make a girl feel better.  I found my self doing a lot of reminiscing.   Thankfully, Houston holds mostly good memories so the time there was more bitter/sweet than painful.  I longed for what I once enjoyed, the friendship and comradery of the acquaintances I once had.  I am not sure that I would be warmly welcomed any more.  Thanks to hollow burning bridges and the poisonous things that other one said of me.   I mourned for the loss and suffered a tight chest coming and going through Houston.   It was hollow's choice to keep our mouths shut and not defend what other one was saying,  part of me wishes I had, another part of me resents my pride that supported his decree, and another part of me knows the decision was the right one.  But in the end, it was my social standing that was ruined.  Me being labeled an interloper and home wrecker........  Truth is, other one and I were both played.  

In my mind I can imagine the sly conversations in which he subtly brought up the idea of bringing in a new member to their Leather Family, or starting a Leather Family.  Patiently waiting for other one to ask for a girl.  And the silent thrill of  triumph that hummed through his veins when she asked him if they could start looking for a girl to join their family.  He confessed once that he "managed opportunities" for her and I to spend more time together.   I have to wonder about the conversations I had missed out on and what had been said about me.  He had mentioned looking for a new member to join our family not long before he asked me to move out.  I told him I was not ready and if we ever did, I wanted a boy.  I often wish that I could just ask her, but that is not an option.  She has moved on, is in a wonderful place, and I like that she is happy.

He also played a game in which he basically told me that I was a slave, and that he wanted me to accept it.  Once I had decided his definition of  "slave" was the correct one, to come and "talk to him about it."  Almost an unvoiced threat that he would not consider a new contract otherwise.  I never did have that "talk" and look where it got me.  I know that not long before he let other one leave, she had publicly claimed the title slave,  I have to wonder if he had played the same kind of game with her.  Subtly calling or suggesting she take the title.  So many questions, so few answers.   Words left unsaid.  Words that may very well never be said.

The community here is too small to be safe.  I keep my distance and only have a few locals saved as friends on FL.  They do not have regular parties or munches.  I worry about setting up "dates" and  getting hurt in a not fun way.  However, that might be my only choice.   Wish me luck.......

I am happy to be home, but miss my Houston life still, if not more today than I did last week.  Maybe next time I will manage to be in Houston on a Saturday and get to go to a play party or two.


12/14/2013 8:11:36 AM

MY MAP

I have created a lifestyle map of sorts...you can find it here www.   humansexmap.com/showmap.?mapid=map4f4c57b418a558.85130796


7/31/2013 9:18:37 PM

Excited to have my niece and nephew with me for 16 days.  However, it will hinder my visits to CM.


7/26/2013 7:31:32 PM

Ok...so I had quite a few emails when I got on this evening.  Please be patient,  I can not contact all of you tonight.  I will try to get around to you as fast as I can.  Thank you all for your understanding.


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Beltran
 
 Age: 34
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