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Talu{MikaAngelO}sub female
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Talu{MikaAngelO}
Age
43
About me
I am not seeking. My submission belongs to Miss MikaAngelOh, and my focus is on deepening my understanding under her guidance. I engage with the community in meaningful ways, but my path is already set. Conversations are welcomed, but please respect that I serve only her. Nothing will sway that.
I used to think submission had to be taken from me…claimed, pulled out, wrestled free. And maybe part of me still believes that. But now it’s also something quieter. Something that shows up in how I move through the day, how I listen, how I wait. It’s not just an act…it’s becoming who I am.
I live as a dominant force in my vanilla life. I’m a masc lesbian, I work a demanding job, and let’s be real…the vanilla women around me have loved being topped. So I lead. I provide. I protect. But that’s not the whole story.
Because under all that control, I’m a submissive. Not casually…fully. Bondage, rope…they ground me. I crave being held tightly, contained. Pain humbles me. Transforms me. I seek it, always. And yes, I kneel…but only when it means something. I don’t want to be hurt…I want to be undone. I don’t want to just kneel…I want that kneeling to be earned.
I know my worth. I know I’m a gift. So I move with purpose, and I’m selective. Who I open to matters. Who gets access matters more.
I’m intentional with my time, my words, and how I show up in a room. I notice things…what’s said, what isn’t. What shifts when someone enters, or when they leave. I live in contrast…stillness and intensity, structure and freedom. I like watching patterns, especially my own.
Music, writing, and theatre keep me grounded. Surrender and silence give me space to breathe. Beauty is a moving thing to me…it’s not in perfection, it’s in presence. The kind that lingers.
I’m not here to be simple. I don’t lay it all out. Not because I’m hiding, but because I don’t believe everything needs to be explained. Mystery is its own kind of truth. And I move with that.
And beneath it all…I belong to someone. I am owned. And that changes everything. It shifts how I see, how I want to be seen. I bend toward her in ways I don’t always understand…but I feel. Fully. I’m Hers.
I’m here for real conversation, thoughtful curiosity, and the occasional well-timed joke that makes me laugh when I shouldn’t.
That’s really it. Nice and simple. So reach out, say hello. I’d love to get to know you…talk kink, tell shitty jokes, share horror stories. Whatever’s fun, free, and honest.
Don’t be shy.
I used to think submission had to be taken from me…claimed, pulled out, wrestled free. And maybe part of me still believes that. But now it’s also something quieter. Something that shows up in how I move through the day, how I listen, how I wait. It’s not just an act…it’s becoming who I am.
I live as a dominant force in my vanilla life. I’m a masc lesbian, I work a demanding job, and let’s be real…the vanilla women around me have loved being topped. So I lead. I provide. I protect. But that’s not the whole story.
Because under all that control, I’m a submissive. Not casually…fully. Bondage, rope…they ground me. I crave being held tightly, contained. Pain humbles me. Transforms me. I seek it, always. And yes, I kneel…but only when it means something. I don’t want to be hurt…I want to be undone. I don’t want to just kneel…I want that kneeling to be earned.
I know my worth. I know I’m a gift. So I move with purpose, and I’m selective. Who I open to matters. Who gets access matters more.
I’m intentional with my time, my words, and how I show up in a room. I notice things…what’s said, what isn’t. What shifts when someone enters, or when they leave. I live in contrast…stillness and intensity, structure and freedom. I like watching patterns, especially my own.
Music, writing, and theatre keep me grounded. Surrender and silence give me space to breathe. Beauty is a moving thing to me…it’s not in perfection, it’s in presence. The kind that lingers.
I’m not here to be simple. I don’t lay it all out. Not because I’m hiding, but because I don’t believe everything needs to be explained. Mystery is its own kind of truth. And I move with that.
And beneath it all…I belong to someone. I am owned. And that changes everything. It shifts how I see, how I want to be seen. I bend toward her in ways I don’t always understand…but I feel. Fully. I’m Hers.
I’m here for real conversation, thoughtful curiosity, and the occasional well-timed joke that makes me laugh when I shouldn’t.
That’s really it. Nice and simple. So reach out, say hello. I’d love to get to know you…talk kink, tell shitty jokes, share horror stories. Whatever’s fun, free, and honest.
Don’t be shy.
BDSM and me
I am not seeking, but always listening.
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Limits
Personal and evolving
What's new
April 2025 - This month, I’m walking unfamiliar ground… holding power I don’t usually claim, wearing control like borrowed silk. But still in service… Growth lives in contrast. And I’m growing. And when the month nears the end, so do the roles. I’ll be where I belong again…on my knees, looking up.
Member since
Mar 2, 2025