Update: I'm leaving the US at the end of December, and returning to Israel!
Over the years, in America, Europe, and elsewhere, I have come to understand that there is a formidable service component in a healthy D/s relationship, not only on the part of the sub, but for the Dom(me), as well (ditto for M/s). I don't mean solely sexual service (certainly, it's there); rather, each one becoming increasingly aware of the other as a whole person: moods, motivations, needs... the whole nine yards, and working to help the other become complete.
At the same time, we are whom we are, and just as you can't fit 5lbs of sugar into a 3lb bag, there are going to be places where growth will only go so far, where the leopard isn't going to be able to change its spots (or simply doesn't want to). "Shift Happens", therapists are fond of saying, but not always in the direction, or to the degree, which one (or the other) wants.
So, we learn to live with it... or not.
I'm not necessarily looking for fast. Be female, height/weight proportional (or carry it well), age-appropriate (+/- 10 years), a Jewess, verbal and articulate, and disease-free (recreational drugs are fine). Local helps, and a close matching-of-interests is vital.
I'll listen to your stories, and share my own; I'll go to the supermarket with you, and afterward cook for/with you -- even share
washing-up and garbage and all the rest; kick back and maybe even veg a bit in front of the tube (no reality
shows or "American Idol" spinoffs).
And I'll just as easily and handily slap your face and your breasts (I love
a set of purple-and-blue knockers), and take a strap to the rest of you.
Did I say that I'm not much for "munches" and "local BDSM communities"?
Body art is welcome; OTOH, too many piercings get in the way (and show a lack of commitment).
I served in the US Army (Infantry) during Vietnam, and the Israeli Defense Forces (Artillery) during Lebanon; all this to let you know
that I value rules, require discipline, and give immediate reward and punishment.
And I'll do my damndest to fit those 5lbs of sugar into that 3lb bag -- don't say I didn't warn you.
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