I have a double life -- at work I am very professional, dress smartly, in trim business suits, high heels and pantyhose. I notice the men at work stealing glances at my legs when I cross them, and it turns me on. Then I come home to my boring, milktoast husband for routine humdrum sex. I fantasize then about someone obsessed with me, stalking me, taking my picture secretly when I get out of the car, and then one day grabbing me, tying me up, putting me in his car trunk, and stealing me away to be humiliated, forced to submit. Terror and danger, even pain can turn me on. If I can trust you, maybe I will let you carry out your fantasy with me...
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My Ideal Person:
I want to find someone I can trust to carry out my fantasies safely, yet I still want that element of doubt to heighten the feeling of reality and danger. I want someone who enjoys tying up a helpless woman and instilling her with fear. Degradation, humilation, thats just the start! The girl tied to the tracks waiting alone for the train, the girl spreadeagled with a great circular saw grinding away closer and closer between her legs, the girl bound to the stake on top of a mound of dry kindling... these are dangers that stoke my fancy, but I have never met anyone who could fulfill them for me.
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