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Languages: English and Spanish

Location: Medellín, Colombia

Body Decorations: No

Smokes/Drinks: No Tobaco but Love Alcohol

Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans

Body Type: Petite

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She asked the question, and for me, the answer was in the form of a thumbs-up/thumbs-down arrow. She was never to ask the question again, until I logged into My profile. She had never expressed a desire to become a prostitute. Though she was extremely sexual in nature, she did, in fact, prefer to be able to dance for an audience of men, whenever she felt like it. So I was happy to oblige. I had never met a woman who enjoyed making videos for a living. Even with compulsive personality disorders like Machiavellian disorder, women who enjoy this sort of thing are rare. She had expressed a wish to explore this sort of thing, but it wasn't something I was inclined to do, simply because there were so few opportunities for women who enjoyed this sort of thing. Still, it surprised me that she had the guts to ask for my services. She did, however, make the conscious decision to turn to me rather than asking for anything out of my office. This, of course, was something I could see both her and my reponsibility presenting to my eyes. To her credit, she was not bitter, even when she was understandably embarrassed. The response she got was what she deserved. She was patient and polite, always taking the time to greet me in the doorway before making the trek to my office. I was kind of baffled by her request. After all, I didn't have a lot of time to waste at the office.

I logged into My profile and left a message. She returned in about twenty minutes. I was impressed by her professionalism, and by her desire to please me. She stood in the doorway, wearing a bright red sundress, her long slender legs gliding seductively. She stood in a way that made it obvious she was nude. I looked at her for a sign. She didn't have one. She didn't have a word for another word. I had never felt the need to yell at a woman, especially at a man, because I understood women's feelings. I always assumed men always assumed the dominant role, even when it suited me. I would like to think I was an empathetic human, but I've never been a submissive. I've never been. I've always been different, and that has always made me a target for the dominant. It took a lot of work to hide myself, to keep from being discovered, to be submissive even when I would rather have been someone else. I've always been proud of my abilities, even when I would rather have gotten on with my life. I've always been strong, even when I would rather fuck than sit by my Master, even when I would rather fall on my knees before him, and even when I would rather be a slave than a master.

I've always tried to be strong, even when the circumstances seemed to be harsh, even when the approval I'd always deserved from my friends was all I got from my Master. I've always tried to be good, even when the majority of the men in my life were bad and unloving, even when I felt like crap and made me the butt of many jokes and remarks, even when I was bullied relentlessly on the playground for being 'too soft', even when I hid my sexuality inside my denial and hiding it just ran through my veins, hiding it from society, even when I would rather do something else, if it meant being disobeyed by my Master. When I was 46 or 46 years old I left my adoptive family to go to a public high school in the country. There I received an A* in English Literature and a B in Spanish Linguistics. Though I wasn't good in English, I liked it and I tried hard to get into my junior year. I left to live with my auntie in a huge mansion on the hill. It was in the woods, no man had ever said would believe it was public property. I wasn't worried about security. I wasn't even in high school yet. I just wanted to get on with my life. As I walked down the road I could hear people walking and biking, even dogs. Was it on the path? A hill? I should be on the path. I had to get to the mansion. I quickly got in the car, and parked the rental car a couple of hundred meters away from the path. I grabbed the keys to the car, and after I turned the key in the ignition, I slammed the door with my last effort into the passenger seat. The ride home had been silent, with me content and satisfied, if I could be honest..

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