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MsTakeU
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Vermont, United States
MsTakeU
Gender
Female
Relationship status
Single
About me
My first public play party was in 1982. Back then you had to know someone, who knew someone, who knew someone else, in order to be invited to any scene party. But once you were in, you were in!
I recall as a child doing a variety of Dommely/sadistic things with the other kids in the neighborhood.
As a teenager, I would 'borrow' my dad's Variations and Forum Magazines. I was mesmerized with the forum letters about the 'kinkier' side of life! Dad was a harmless pervert, may he rest in peace, and I loved his library! Mom, on the other hand, was extremely missionary! Although, I always wondered if she bought all those vibrators under her bedside or dad!
In college dating with kinky interests was difficult! I heard many times, "you wanna do what to my what? you're weird!" I thought I was the only one that had this 'twisted nature'.
Finally, a couple of years out of college, I replied to ads in the Boston underground papers. Thus, the first BDSM play party.
I'll never forget that night! Myself, another woman and seven guys! I was in awe when they were tying each other to suspension pulleys, an examining table, and the first Saint Andrews cross I'd ever seen! The teasing and tormenting by today's standards were quite simple, no ten's units, no 16 plait signal whips, no needles, honestly, just a few vibrators and toys!
I remember being scared to death, and incredibly excited the entire night! I felt connected! Finally, I wasn't the only kinky pervert! What a life-changing event!
My new-found comfort carried over to a few short term relationships in the next couple of years. Unfortunately, I finished out the 80s and early 90's in two consecutive vanilla multi-year relationships.
Having felt alone with my kinks, at the end of the second vanilla relationship, I vowed to not go into a relationship without BDSM being a common factor. Several short term relationships, the introduction of the internet, spending time in Boston with other like-minded kinksters, and my own natural creativity helped me move along the learning curve quite rapidly!
Since that time I've lived to my vow. No vanilla partners!
I confess that my view of BDSM has changed completely in the past two decades.
I remember so clearly when having a new toy felt like it made me kinkier. Yes, learning mummification, rope tricks, whip control, needle play, suspension all are great skills. But I don't feel that it's the skills or the toys that make me better.
I do however recognize deep withinside me is a control gene. The same one that I had at the age of 9 while tying up the 'boy down the street'.
I remember at the end of the first long term vanilla relationship, having a serious conversation with my partner. When I said, quite sincerely that I wanted slaves, I was immediately told I was sick and don't ever let anyone hear me talking that way! I honestly, felt completely at ease with my desire. That was about the eighteenth nail in the coffin of that relationship!
I don't self define as a bondage queen, needle nut, cane commando, or pain princess! I can do all of those quite well. But, my single tail prowess is not me entirely.
What makes me flourish is being in control. From simple tasks such as appearance, sleep habits, self-esteem, to holding the end of the rope that will either release you or tighten you, as I see fit.
If you have the need to find the depths of who you are, not just wanting to try, this pain trick, or that new latex, then I will certainly love crawling into your being to dig out the truest of you!
Is your mind ready for me?
I recall as a child doing a variety of Dommely/sadistic things with the other kids in the neighborhood.
As a teenager, I would 'borrow' my dad's Variations and Forum Magazines. I was mesmerized with the forum letters about the 'kinkier' side of life! Dad was a harmless pervert, may he rest in peace, and I loved his library! Mom, on the other hand, was extremely missionary! Although, I always wondered if she bought all those vibrators under her bedside or dad!
In college dating with kinky interests was difficult! I heard many times, "you wanna do what to my what? you're weird!" I thought I was the only one that had this 'twisted nature'.
Finally, a couple of years out of college, I replied to ads in the Boston underground papers. Thus, the first BDSM play party.
I'll never forget that night! Myself, another woman and seven guys! I was in awe when they were tying each other to suspension pulleys, an examining table, and the first Saint Andrews cross I'd ever seen! The teasing and tormenting by today's standards were quite simple, no ten's units, no 16 plait signal whips, no needles, honestly, just a few vibrators and toys!
I remember being scared to death, and incredibly excited the entire night! I felt connected! Finally, I wasn't the only kinky pervert! What a life-changing event!
My new-found comfort carried over to a few short term relationships in the next couple of years. Unfortunately, I finished out the 80s and early 90's in two consecutive vanilla multi-year relationships.
Having felt alone with my kinks, at the end of the second vanilla relationship, I vowed to not go into a relationship without BDSM being a common factor. Several short term relationships, the introduction of the internet, spending time in Boston with other like-minded kinksters, and my own natural creativity helped me move along the learning curve quite rapidly!
Since that time I've lived to my vow. No vanilla partners!
I confess that my view of BDSM has changed completely in the past two decades.
I remember so clearly when having a new toy felt like it made me kinkier. Yes, learning mummification, rope tricks, whip control, needle play, suspension all are great skills. But I don't feel that it's the skills or the toys that make me better.
I do however recognize deep withinside me is a control gene. The same one that I had at the age of 9 while tying up the 'boy down the street'.
I remember at the end of the first long term vanilla relationship, having a serious conversation with my partner. When I said, quite sincerely that I wanted slaves, I was immediately told I was sick and don't ever let anyone hear me talking that way! I honestly, felt completely at ease with my desire. That was about the eighteenth nail in the coffin of that relationship!
I don't self define as a bondage queen, needle nut, cane commando, or pain princess! I can do all of those quite well. But, my single tail prowess is not me entirely.
What makes me flourish is being in control. From simple tasks such as appearance, sleep habits, self-esteem, to holding the end of the rope that will either release you or tighten you, as I see fit.
If you have the need to find the depths of who you are, not just wanting to try, this pain trick, or that new latex, then I will certainly love crawling into your being to dig out the truest of you!
Is your mind ready for me?
BDSM and me
What do I bring to the table, you ask?
Well first, the table is an antique solid mahogany and brass medical examining table, stirrups and all. The drawers are filled with; speculums, both metal and plastic, anal and vaginal; needles of all sizes and types; of course everything imaginable to keep things clean. This table wouldn't be complete without a wonderful assortment of lovely toys nearby to make things exciting, would it?
While we're on the topic of tables, within a couple of steps is a full-sized massage table. Yes, Mistress has the hands to release the aches and pains of her submissive/slave, using techniques she's learned since self-teaching in herself in her early twenties.
Hands, some have said Mistress's hands should be insured by Lloyds of London. With two fingers of hers in your vagina you're begging for more, than three, as you feel the fourth stretching those muscles and tendons, you're moaning blissfully in pain. You're feeling them curl as her palm slides the rest the way in. A thumb pushes into your ass, the lube makes it easy, push out she says, relax, it slips in further, push out, relax, it's in deeper, push out, relax, it's all the way in, four fingers and a thumb touching each other inside you, moving in synch.
The thumb, the thumb is just the start, two fingers replace the thumb, they can go deeper, eventually, three.
So message me and tell me what you think all that would feel like and what the results might be for you, my lovely sweet submissives and slaves? What else would you like?
Well first, the table is an antique solid mahogany and brass medical examining table, stirrups and all. The drawers are filled with; speculums, both metal and plastic, anal and vaginal; needles of all sizes and types; of course everything imaginable to keep things clean. This table wouldn't be complete without a wonderful assortment of lovely toys nearby to make things exciting, would it?
While we're on the topic of tables, within a couple of steps is a full-sized massage table. Yes, Mistress has the hands to release the aches and pains of her submissive/slave, using techniques she's learned since self-teaching in herself in her early twenties.
Hands, some have said Mistress's hands should be insured by Lloyds of London. With two fingers of hers in your vagina you're begging for more, than three, as you feel the fourth stretching those muscles and tendons, you're moaning blissfully in pain. You're feeling them curl as her palm slides the rest the way in. A thumb pushes into your ass, the lube makes it easy, push out she says, relax, it slips in further, push out, relax, it's in deeper, push out, relax, it's all the way in, four fingers and a thumb touching each other inside you, moving in synch.
The thumb, the thumb is just the start, two fingers replace the thumb, they can go deeper, eventually, three.
So message me and tell me what you think all that would feel like and what the results might be for you, my lovely sweet submissives and slaves? What else would you like?
Update date
Jun 21, 2022
Member since
Aug 11, 2017