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ORIGINAL: topcat

Bluesky fantasy woman? A mid thirties, double jointed, long haired, redhead about five one, 110 lbs, literary minded, can take care of her self, likes to let me take care of her, polymorphic, tough and cute as kittens.

She talks- tells me everything- even if she thinks I might be happier not knowing it. She listens, and can hear what I am saying, or trying to. She likes motorcycles- not just the idea, but actuallly getting on the bike and going somewhere. She can express her needs and desires clearly without resenting that I am not a mind-reader. She keeps her promises. She sees and validates the the things I put into the relationship.

A hard worker with the ability to keep her work in perspective. She loves her work and the people around her. She has a generally sunny disposition, and a silly sense of humor. She's affectionate, and passionate, and doesn't think sex is a bargining chip. She's got a broad world veiw, and a strong sense of civic duty.

She should love adventures, be warm hearted, smart, funny and strong enough to know that letting me be in charge doesn't mean I think she's weak. Random things that I have found work well for me in a partner:

*Eldest child
*Wears glasses
*Reads (reads a lot)
*Likes Sushi
*Smokes
*Artist of some sort

None of which are deal breakers or anything- just things that seem to have popped up more than once.

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Add a few inches in height and 30 pounds.... hmmmmmm

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ORIGINAL: Darthbetta

Wehalp... guess I'm out of the running

LOL

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ORIGINAL: CTclay

My ideal domina is 5 foot, 8 inches tall, strawberry blonde, but she dyes it red; dark eyebrows; one green eye, one gray (the left one), but she wears a green contact lens in the left one. Every thirteen months she quizzes me on which eye is naturally green and which gray, and she flogs me mercilessly if I forget.

Maybe it's the right one.

She is English, but a U.S. citizen. (I find her accent annoying in some obscure way I can't put my finger on.) She conducts secret work for the government, but she is always home by 5:47 p.m., where I await her with slippers in my mouth. She can put a cherry in her mouth, eat the cherry and tie the stem into a simple knot with her accomplished tongue, which is pierced. She then feeds me the cherry stem. She drives a Bentley, which is odd for my perfect domina, because I don't really know what a Bentley is like, but I'm a submissive, and she tells me I don't get to decide these things. She's the domina, dammit. She decides. I trust her, and I'm sure I will like the Bentley or endure it for her sake. She smokes cigars.

She enjoys foot worship, which is unfortunate, because I don't, but there you have it -- my ideal domina likes things that I don't like, so I get to display my devotion to her by eagerly doing those things. She is a weightlifter, and her biceps are stronger than mine, although she is otherwise very thin. She likes to wrestle me into submission. Her middle name is Helga. I can't remember her first name. She flogs me mercilessly for forgetting.

That is my perfect domina. One day I shall meet her.