I've put myself back on the market.
There I am, standing naked on the platform as the auctioneer extols my many virtues. Or, perhaps more accurately, recites my many sins and recommends suitable punishments, the better to entice sadistic buyers with the prospect of leaving their marks on my ass.
And certainly, my ass is fully displayed as I am ordered to slowly turn around for the fuller viewing of the interested parties. Serious buyers are then invited up for a closer inspection, a twist of my famous nipples, a poke of the finger up my cunt or into my still virgin anus. And finally, I am subjected to a short caning to demonstrate the quality of my screams and the entertainment value of my writhing in pain.
But I did change my profile.
And I have declared myself available.
Am I really available?
Am I emotionally available?
Would my little Greek chorus like to weight in on that?
This is, in fact, a serious request for input. I'm reprinting the profile below and would love to know what you all think. All suggestions welcome: additions, deletions, correction of typos or bad word usages, anything you have to throw into the pot. This would be a great time for you lurkers to pipe up and make yourselves heard.
You will note that I suggest that all interested parties read my blog, which presents the danger of chasing them all away except for those with overblown egos who are convinced that one word from them will permanently erase the philosopher from my mind and from my... you know. The warm fuzzy thump-thump part. But I figure it's best they know what they're getting into. I'm also resisting the temptation to play. Because in fact I don't play. It doesn't work. And I remember what my demon muse repeated, about how the men who were just after my ass were fools and were missing the best part. My mind. Personally I think the best part is my nipples, but I do know what he was getting at so I'm sticking to my standard. Any suitor must be good with words, and must appreciate mine. Then we can talk spanking.
So. Here it is. Tell me what you think. And start placing your bids now.
PS - FetLife can be an amusing place to hang out. The fiend found me there, and I'm made a few other friends as well. Plus they've got this big Kinky Christmas Stocking give-away going on, so you might want to get your name in on that. You never know...
Anyway, on to my profile. All comments will be seriously considered. Including about whether I should be doing this now at all. Thanks. o.g.
oatmealgirl 59F sub
relationship status: single
in search of:
- a relationship
I am a submissive Jewish bisexual feminist baby boomer with pretenses of being a writer. Did I leave anything out? Oh yeah... cats and red hair. That should cover it.
Except not really.
I'm looking for something. For someone. Cautiously. I stick my nose out from behind a tree to see if it is safe, to see if the right person will spot me, will lure me out with the right words, will then pop me in a cage and take me home.
I am VERY submissive, and occasionally and unexpectedly feisty. I need structure and affection, caresses and spankings, encouragement and scoldings and discipline.
I cry easily.
I look very young.
I sound very young.
I have startling nipples.
I value words.
I can be snared with words.
Hypnotize me with your words and you can have
my body, my mind, and my soul.
I don't play.
There are too many first person pronouns in this profile. If you want to know more, read my writings here, and explore my website. Be sure to read the very first post. Then talk to me. Entice me to want to make it all about you.
P.S. - there's another side, too. The ethnic music, ethnic food, goofy over cats, too many languages, Obama volunteer side. The really secret side... it would be nice to be snared by someone who wanted to know about that side, too... picture me beside you at the theatre, squirming in my seat from a pre-dinner spanking, while moaning with pleasure at the brilliant acting before us...