Blood. Sweat. And Tears.

It is not my place to sit in judgement of any of my fellow humans.  I accept that what makes you you is not what makes me me.  Just because I don’t like the colour yellow it doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t.  I have an understanding of the human psyche from the interactions I have been a part of.

Now that I have that out of the way we need to discuss boundaries.  I would have said once that I hadn’t any.  Live and let live I would squeal as I dived into the madness head first.  Now, the landscape has changed somewhat and I guess I will just put the blame where I see it – pornography.

Everything is so much more intense out there.  I have seen men who have been down the rabbit hole and never come back out – such a dangerous place to live.  When you come to me asking for a little CBT – you simply must tell me what this means to you because it is possible that we have different interpretations of these kinks.

Sounding.  This is something I do not wish to engage in again.  I do not like to cause pain – don’t care if you like it – it hurts my soul.  I cannot abide it.

While I am being a bit of a grump – if you sweat profusely pleaase let me know prior to our date so I can ensure the room is cool enough and there be a towel near by.  If you are a smoker please make your way to my en-suite and use the mouthwash provided.  Just small things that need a little ironing out.  Thanks.

I cried for days over the man who wanted the pain.  I love pleasure.  I enjoy the odd spanking and hair pulling too but I prefer this be discussed so you understand my limits too.  xx