Time for, what I feel, is a Captain Obvious statement...since I am not being explicitly clear enough on my page.

I am not looking for a fuck buddy, casual sex, anonymous encounters, married folks, someone who is new (or has no idea wtf they are doing) or a polyamorous situation (not knocking it, just not my thing). I have a rotation of fuck buddies who fill the void (they know who they are and that I appreciate them), for the moment if I want to fuck, and I don't need to add to the list...What I am looking for is future husband material or at the very least, a long term owner, IDEALLY someone who has their shit as together as I have mine. I am an experienced bisexual switch, I know the game and the rules, I have played it for nearly 10 years (as both a dominant and submissive), I can't believe this is so difficult to find.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lP_BsSUXGx8

I have never EVER been accused of being a dude, trans, or a kid in their mom's basement, until coming here…No, I won't Skype, call, or go meet some random person I have met on the internet, due to sanity not because I am a Catfisher. What damn crazy person puts all their shit out here where you can be found out by employers or family? ALL my images on here are of ME and ONLY ME, a naturally born female living in the DC area, don't believe me? Go fuck yourself.

PS: Learn to read, I do not deal with cyber relationships or will reconsider my hard limits PERIOD! STOP ASKING.

This is a REAL letter I wrote to a former dominant as a letter of consideration. I wrote it in calligraphy with ink mixed with my blood on beautiful parchment paper...was quite a labor. Copy and paste it without credit, and I'll cut you. ;)

Dearest Sir,

     After much thought and care, I draw out my words and expose my inner most perversions, as I confess without doubt that I wish for nothing else but to be your submissive. I admit that I feel much like a whore repenting in church as I confess to you now that from the moment I met you, as your silver eyes fell upon me, my life’s purpose became clear, I am to be your property. As my whorish cunt grew wet under your initial gaze, I felt a long extinguished flame rekindle within me, compelling me to fall to my knees before you. I fear sir, that your power over me already rattles my core, making me girlishly weak in the knees and faint in the heart. I beg you sir to allow me the luxury of being your whore, your toy, your little lo, your pet, your property, your ever obliging and ever-obedient darling girl.

      As your slut sir, I will service you in every possible way with the admiration, respect and loving care that you deserve. There will be no limit to my unshakable devotion to you, and my body and being will become nothing apart from an object for your amusement and use. What brings you pleasure in turn pleases me, and I will strive with every breathe I take to please you in every possible way. In addition to my unconditional loyalty and service sir, I will also maintain enough sensibility to always respectfully say what I mean, but never mean, to always ensure an open line of communication. I have found that words unspoken, will lead to vows broken, and I will never break my vows of servitude to you sir, as long as you will gift me with the pleasures of being yours.

     I pray my sweet sir that you will accept me in my current disgusting form, and mold me into the perfect whore; I know I can be for you. Sprawl me out before you naked and bare, like a blank canvas, and lay upon me fresh markings with your cruelty...I wish for nothing more desperately. Please sir...I beg for you to make me your submissive...take me, collar me, mark me, beat me, use me. I am yours, forever and always, your darling

I’d be.

Your Hopeful Whore,

ME