I am often called the queen of sex, the goddess in sex.

Why? It's all simple. A woman who loves and knows her body knows how to receive and give pleasure, which readily responds to affection, who knows how to respond to her lively, who hears and feels both herself and her partner. Such a woman is the queen of sex.

And if you add to this rich imagination and the almost complete absence of restrictions - here you have a portrait of an elite, dear whore in bed. Moreover, here the word "whore" is quite appropriate. This is the only way to call what I can offer a man sexually.

Just over time, I realized and accepted the magnet with which I was born, and learned to use it.

In BDSM, I started from the bottom. As my master says, in order to understand something, you need to feel it the hard way. In fact, I was somewhat comfortable downstairs, I just rested from those years of responsibility that I had lived raising one of two sons. I remembered what it was to be a little girl, to be protected, not to rush forward. I revel in the power of a man over myself, I accepted him as a father, as an educator.

But the character of a strong woman is not going anywhere. And over time, I realized that my place is on top.

At some moments I was inclined to see a girl at my feet. But given that I understand men better, it is easier for me to communicate with them, to talk, to share thoughts, the option with the girl has faded into the background. Only one remains, the one and only. We see each other every day, but we hide our emotions. And she and me.

I am never too cruel. This I do not like. I prefer gentle methods of persuasion and influence. And I myself love affection.

In the lower boy's appearance is important to me. I can not stand the frail freaks, who also bend the fingers. Intel is equally important to me. If there is nothing to talk about with a person, if he cannot connect two words, if the only book he has read is an instruction for an electric razor, I say right away - not my option.

Bottom is obliged to formulate his opinion on some issue, if he is asked about it, and be able to remain silent if he was not given words.

What concerns specific practices, everything is discussed. I have already said about my limitations - they are not there. Therefore, all this can eventually lead to a coherent system for mutual pleasure.

I do not think that the bottom should not have fun. This is an absolute fallacy. Let him catch his buzz!

But one day I stumbled.

He got me a month. Slave, tedious, uncontrollable. I flick people at times, even without seeing them. This exceeded all expectations.

From the correspondence:

Obedient, 04–03–2016 at 07:18

I want to go to the forest and run naked through the forest! but I'm afraid of insects.

Obedient, 04—03—2016 at 06: 56

I slept strangely - I tossed and turned for a long time, could not sleep and woke up a couple of times.

Obedient, 04—03—2016 at 06: 56

Good morning! Hope all is valid.

Obedient, 03—03—2016 at 19: 06

I will wait

Obedient, 03—03—2016 at 18: 38

Lara! If woke up, sorry. I bought a pink salmon. Salted!

Obedient, 03—03—2016 at 18: 38 Diane, 03—03—2016 at 18: 34

Excuse me please. Nerves, like a virgin before the first defloration.

Diana, 03—03–2016 at 18: 34

You whine too much, you suppose, you are afraid of everything, and it starts to strain me. One more word and I will change my mind completely! All, see you tomorrow.

The first condition that I put forward - brandy. I like to pour into a glass, hold it in my hands, feel the aroma, sip and put. “Any your desire, only not this. I do not drink ... You can, you will not be in the session either? ”

The second is photographing. Refused. "Any desire, but not this."

It was still the third - whip. “Oh, I'm so scared. What do you think, will the sound of the whip be heard by the neighbors? ”

But he got me during the day, throwing messages and phone calls in the middle of the night, when I roared at him to shut up. Did not let up."I want you, please fuck me, I will do everything for your pleasure."

At the same time, he continued to reject my conditions indefinitely.

I made a decision - I will make it. Yes, only his pleasure will be. But for starters, I will tell him everything I think about him. Sitting on the bus, I thought. “From now on, you will shut up and listen only to me. You are a nothing, full of complexes and inconsistencies. You are prone to samoedstvo and self-deprecation, you are surviving yourself from the inside. Your submission is just a fiction. You are a vile creature that is unworthy of respect. "

I prepared a role for him. Maid. Suit lay in my bag. If he met my expectations, he would have a pleasant surprise - I thought about letting him wash himself in the bathroom. For rabik is a very significant thing! But he did not justify.

First, I did not bother to meet the bus, but I was traveling from a neighboring town, I called on the way. The apartment where I brought it was a dustbin ... The feeling that we moved here five years ago, but did not bother to sort things out after the move. On the table in front of the laptop there was a bubble of 0, 25 cognac, and, of the cheapest, I understand this. Apparently for me.

But this is not the main thing. The main thing - his appearance. There are people so repulsive that it becomes scary! The same frail freak that I don't like. Growing up my shoulder, my face a little more beautiful than a monkey. I carried with me a suitcase of attributes for the game. I drove an hour from a nearby town to see a hike in front of me? Yes, I even strapon it will not rise.

Funny how he caught my disgust. "I thought you were different." - "And what?" - "Well, as in the photos." - “Well, I never saw your photo at all, if that!” Darting around the apartment, not knowing how to show me off. Or maybe it was necessary to fuck him? But I couldn’t overcome myself.

- Probably need to boil the potatoes? I still need my mom, but this is not for long.

- I am going to smoke.

She went out on the balcony, lit a cigarette. Cuddle with me. He asked for something, answered something. She held herself in her hands.

- Make coffee. Black, no sugar.

Gone. He returned, put a glass in front of me on a stool.

One call to Master and I'm leaving. Tried to see off, refused.

- You'll have to pay the road.

- Yes, I found out, it is 200 rubles.

Fur coat filed in his spirit - on the shoulders in front of me on an outstretched hand. Has removed, put on. I went beyond the threshold.

- Two hundred rubles.

- Oh, yes, of course.

From the correspondence:

Diana, 07–03–2016 at 07: 49

You are afraid of everything!

The tendency to self-sufficiency, self-doubt, constant doubts, exaggerations and helplessness - these are your human qualities, so to speak. You're not a human. An animal that does not quite understand why it was born.

You try to find in others that which is not in you. And in you there is no main thing - you are worthless! You are struggling to do something. Stop doing that! This is not given to you! Look at yourself in the mirror. You never do that either.

What a Girl? What children? You only castrate, so as not to multiply and not produce freaks!

Yes, I'm angry. You took out my brain for a month for me to come. And what did you do? Beautifully sent?

Any desire, but not this ... How many times have I heard it?

I repeat - vile insignificance.

Yes, I know, when you go down to insults - this is a sign of powerlessness. I am powerless with you. I admit.

But ... next time, not with me, of course, show yourself first, and then achieve something.

This is just good advice. Evil not hold. Is free!

Obedient, 07–03–2016 at 13:38

It seems to be an adult woman, but set off in explanations.
And could not keep silent? And I would have said nothing in your place.
You noticed that I did not even call you, did not ask how you got to the place?
Because it was NOT INTERESTING to me.
If you wrote to me, it means you are INTERESTING
I did not insult you. I have not written a single word. Sorry, the photo does not show what you are, but when you arrived, I saw the face of a lot of drinking women.
I could not overpower myself to be able to stay with you! I could not.
It is a pity that I didn’t think right away, when during conversations and talks you offered me a drink during the meeting.
It was necessary to understand that you can not without alcohol.
Think about it, is it pleasant for a man who does not drink, to see a drunken woman in front of him?
I do not need alcohol.
You can refer to the fact that you had circumstances in your life when you had to be forgotten in alcohol! ... Any circumstance is no reason to ruin yourself with wine and vodka. For more than a month I have still been under the impression of the death of a loved one, even though it is already passing, but I do not want to crush the experiences that sometimes roll on me with alcohol ...
Yes, there was no sleep, only now I try to get enough sleep, but I will not drink.

Sorry again. Yes, I lost time, but I got money for the fare.

(PS: the author’s spelling and punctuation is preserved, the extra spaces are corrected)

Diana, 07–03–2016 at 16: 35

You know, I like to spread rot to you. You yourself want it. Look ... I would be in your place ... And you are not in my place. I'm on my own. And you're somewhere in the garbage.

Your apartment is a cesspool. You yourself ... Difficult question. Not a person, exactly. You can only regret. You are not worthy of anything else. There is no desire to even fuck you. 40 years old, neither child nor kitten. And you take the liberty to judge others? Those who have made more of you in life?

Yes, I am interested! To ditch, to drive, to bite your elbows, to suffer, to sob at night.

Wicked, I know. Yes, I am. And you are an abomination that simply passes through life without a trace, without consequences.

You can answer! I allow!

Obedient, 07–03–2016 at 16:45

Stop drinking. My friendly advice ...

When I told this story to my girl, my familiar men, the reaction was unequivocal (I did the statistics) - is he a moron?

No, not a moron, we just all see the world with our own eyes. We catch self-loathing and we respond with the same loathing. Each of us lives his life, not someone else's, each of us makes his mistakes. Only geniuses learn from strangers. But geniuses are rare.

Diana Tim Taris