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Is this the only site left on the whole internet that still uses visible tables for formatting? I love this land of the dinosaurs! |
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My sense of humor is as dry as this site makes me. |
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This is when everything changes. |
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From my previous bio, preserved for posterity and continued truthiness:
Masochist.
Sadist.
Matching set. |
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Happy anniversary, Hegemon. |
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Looking forward. This is a small setback. Soon, I get to really suffer. |
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Please don't wear a utilikilt in public. You never know who that might hurt. |
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Interesting. It's been more than two years since I updated this.
Well, 39 + 9. |
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This profile remains as a tribute to my sadist. My soul mate. Who I almost inexplicably found here, on CollarMe. Go figure.
I am overjoyed.
Best of luck. |
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Folsom was wonderful. To see so many people delighting in the freedom to be exactly who they want to be is magical.
Offering to withstand a stroke of Mr. Cave for every utilikilt we counted probably lacked self-preservation on my part. |
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Folsom. Finally. For the first time. |
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My Hegemon is home, healthy, and sadistic. I am properly subdued. |
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Still hungry for that whip, Hegemon. Appetite only whetted. Nowhere near satiated. |
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I've been asked, so often, How can a sadist take satisfaction from hurting a masochist, who appreciates the pain?
The answer is simple. It really, really hurts. |
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Two years later, he still intrigues. Thank you CM, for delivering more than you ever offered. |
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In the event you can't find your soul mate here, why not consider a deviant pen pal? |
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Curious about: Sadistic hamsters. |
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The difference between what is fantasy and what is possible in the real world may not be as great as you think. With the right sadist, anyway. |
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Let's wile away the hours. Let's spend an evil night together.
---Jill Tracy |
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My Hegemon showed me the edge, holding me by the hair as I peered over the brink. Just as it seemed I would teeter off, he pulled me back.
Soon, he'll push me over. And, with his hand around my throat, he'll bring me back.
We'll celebrate with dim sum. |
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My fetish list:
Serve my Hegemon.
Suffer well.
(Expert)
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My Hegemon reads all my e-mail. All requests for Walgreen's coupons and Target promo codes should go through him. |
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April Fool. The God of Thunder preens alone.
I get to serve my Hegemon. |
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My Hegemon pushed me past my most severe anxieties and rid me of my worst fears. With his bottomless well of reassurance. And the truth of his complete embrace in his eyes.
Then he whipped me. Severely.
I am his minion. And he is coming to San Diego. |
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XXXXXXX's Crush. That is what I am. And that is what I will feel in under twenty-four hours.
Bliss. |
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I see the Armada on the horizon. Really, how does one prepare to be boarded? |
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Found: One perfect needle in this haystack.
Fun Fact: It's surgical-grade steel! |
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I have so many things I want to tell you about demons. |
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You intrigue. Two words
Started this dark connection.
Sadist. Soul mate. Mine.
Thank you for the first year, Hegemon. I am an ecstatic masochist.
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This year, I got a Gargoyle&Sadist&Hegemon. Who gets me. |
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Has anyone seen my self-preservation? I could have sworn I had it just a moment ago.
To be honest, I don't feel at all lost without it . . . |
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How was my weekend? Brutal.
I was Tormented. Mr. Cave applied his monogram, and insisted I thank him for the privilege. Then there was cleanup with the Sham Wow: Ba-Bam! Through it all, Amanda covered me with her vicious, biting kisses.
In short, it was an incredible weekend with my Hegemon.
The vultures are happy enough now, but I expect very soon, they will want more.
I can't wait. |
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Fleet Week. An Armada. My Hegemon.
I am an ecstatic masochist. |
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I am eager for my imminent audience with the Hegemon. I've done no wrong. No. Not the slightest thing. |
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I hear the cries of the vultures.
They don't sound happy. |
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Irresponsible use of fonts? Hard limit. |
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Christmas comes early this year. Guess who gets decorated? |
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Stay awhile, and you'll see me bleed. |
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The sadism feels like love. |
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My ship sails tomorrow. I won't be needing a self-preserver. |
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I'm afraid I simply don't fit into any neatly labeled box.
I'm most effectively stored in a vacuum-sealed bag. |
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I do, however, describe myself as consumed. And ravenous. |
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Delays in departure be damned. This vessel is ready to set sail. We only await the arrival of the Admiral to man the helm.
He will be so chuffed to discover he's been promoted! |
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FleshReal. I cannot get there soon enough. |
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Marinated Eggplant. More than just an appetizer. A whole feast in itself, really. Trust me on this. |
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I have been authorized to issue field promotions. |
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It's not on the list of fetishes, but I "live for" literary gargoyles. |
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I can't wait to go to The Maul. There are so many things I need. |
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Though my voyage must be delayed, as Captain of the Greed & Gluttony, I shall still sail.
It is an odd navy I've joined. Instructions for my deployment are issued by a Hegemon. |
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Not all brands are visible. |
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I am very grateful to those who have rushed to reassure me they will not inflict real pain. Without you, I might never have found the compelling demon who reassures me he will. |
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The miles may increase, but the distance dwindles nonetheless. |
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I do have one caveat. Just the one, though. |
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Received: Someone who gets it. Required: Nothing more. |
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I seem to have been coy somehow, so allow me to make it perfectly clear: I have found it. I did not just find what I "sought." I found what I wanted. |
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Unvarnished honesty: I want to stay here in the dark. It is where I have gotten what I want and what I need.
But it is not easy to navigate. A successful voyage requires communication and cooperation. And frequent course correction. |
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Don't be afraid of the dark. The most wonderful treasure can be found for the price of a bit of courage to explore its inky depths. |
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Fun fact: I have not been "formally trained." I am entirely self-taught. |
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I have been a bit misleading my profile. I am actually 8'4" at my longest axis and I weigh 768 ounces under most circumstances. This is considered height-weight proportionate for my species. |
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The obligatory question: What do you seek? The better question: What do you crave? I am enjoying answering the latter with someone who offers unconditional acceptance. |
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I am a "lady" nowhere. Not in the vanilla world, and not in "the bedroom." I am always a fully-functioning human being with an operative brain. That brain does not turn off at any time, no matter what position I might have assumed. |
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I am not real. I am 100% fictional. A mere figment of your imagination. Moreover, I am irrationally attractive -- nothing reasonable about it. |
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Have you ever wanted to report an entry? For misplaced patriotism? |
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The epistolary relationship -- wildly romantic, and painfully complex. The written word has such power to comfort, but a more than equal capacity to cut. How I desire to furnish the former. How terribly I burn when I unthinkingly inflict the latter. Unthinking. Therein lies my downfall. |
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I'm sailing in September. True friendships completely welcome. |
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