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ResidentSadist -> -=Good protocol, sexy as hell but=- (6/17/2008 11:35:58 PM)
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-=Good protocol, sexy as hell but=-
I was rummaging through my files today and was reminded of an old online encounter. Thought I would share it.
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Sometimes the wares in a store window display are so very attractive, it inspires me to turn my head even if I’m not shopping for that item.
So I had been getting sorta’ turned on by someone that was popping up over and over on the main dating site page as a filtered match. I finally perved her profile and saw she made insightful comments about the type of relationship style I like best. Further, she listed what she offered as a person to a relationship and explained what mutual goals she sought from it. She was clear and concise about what she offered and what she wanted from an exchange.
Looking at her photos I discover she has awesome nice girly parts as well as a the pretty face I had been seeing over and over. But alas, she is so young and I am not really hunting anyway. I am focused on rebuilding my business and my wealth. More often than not, young girls like that take a bit of time to attend to, even if they seem to have a good head on their shoulders.
I received an email from her. It was the most incredibly well mannered email. It was written with the style and grace of a well seasoned slave that can use protocol in such an alluring way as to flirt with a Master in a respectful and elegant way. I was charmed because she was dripping in demure vulnerability. She had written to thank me for viewing her profile because she had always wanted to contact me and this finally presented her an opportunity. She was flattering and explained that she had always been impressed by me. In fact, the only reason she didn’t just come and throw herself at my feet was because she is just a young thing in her early 20s and didn’t know if she had anything to offer a man of my age. Like I said, she was charming as hell.
So we exchange a few email and it only gets better. After a couple of letters we get on the phone… where it all loses its luster in a heartbeat. I get this tiny, whiney voice on the other end of the phone. Her verbal inflections make every borderline comment an insult. What were alluring and submissive flirtations in text have now taken the demeanor of solid hardcore brat making her attempts at Daddy manipulation… she might as well just scream “fuck me daddy” in her squeaky tart-like tone! We both knew instantly we were a really bad match. LOL
…I wanted to take my Domly flag down from my fort and jam the flag pole firmly up my nose. That should serve as a reminder that no matter how much I want to have kids and start a family, it’s not wise to let desire create a fantasy about a pretty face before you see her soul and her relationship needs.
I can even tolerate a good playfully sam that gets ‘bratish’ during resistance play. Hell, if I am in a sadistic enough mood, I can even appreciate the heat and conflict it brings to a scene… during resistance play. But I just can’t abide a solid core brat or conflict on any emotional level. My house acts as a team with each other’s best interest at heart. There is nothing wrong with brats and watching there interactions with Daddy can be entertaining. But for me, a brat is at the bottom of my compatibility list.
So my incredibly, oh-so-very-fuckalicious, smart, playful, 20 something, flirtatious, bisexual, poly, slave will go to some other good home where a Daddy Dom can appreciate her for the glorious creature she is. I appreciate her interest, I am impressed with her grasp of protocol and the workings of a slave’s mind. Such a little hotty.
Alas… sometimes the wares in a store window display are so very attractive, it inspires me to turn my head even if I’m not shopping for that item.
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