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Ich frage mich, da man es ja immer wieder hört, ob das dann solche Profile sind die von *falschen* Geschlecht eingestellt werden (frau Profil mit mann dahinter und umgedreht) und die so der bloßstellung/Aufdeckung entgehen wollen.... 🤔

Ohne Ja... Ich habe mit jemandem 5 Monaten lang geschrieben und dann weg ohne nichts zu sagen

Ich war Ostern wieder mit meinen Flatterkleidern unterwegs, nach vielen windarmen Monaten endlich mal wieder Sturm! Hier nun Teil 8 der (echten) Erlebnisse von Susan Hampshire (Part 1 und 2): Severe Gales With Gusts In Excess Of 65mph, Part I At last the weather forecast I had been looking forward to for so long, and finally a chance to wear my new silk dress in some really strong, storm force winds. A couple of weeks ago I listened with fingers crossed to the weather forecast warning of gale force winds in excess of 65 mph on the coast and exposed areas. I called my husband and told him of the gales forecast for the following day and night so we could plan where we would go to experience the high winds. There was no need to plan what dress I would wear. I would be wearing my new silver and black, silk, mid calf length dress with the fullest skirt I've ever had, with yards and yards of pleated silk. The plan was for me to drive to meet him by the coast early evening when the winds were forecast to be at their strongest. Slipping into my new dress felt so good and the thought of it being blown wildly set my heart racing. My long silky blonde hair was freshly washed and dried and felt so good falling around my shoulders and back. I selected a couple of large silk head scarves as well to enjoy. I listened to the wind howling outside and watched the trees bending in the gale while I got dressed. I called my husband and told him I was on my way. He had just arrived there and told me that the winds by the sea were incredibly strong and he'd already seen a couple of people already fighting against the wind. I left the house and headed to my car. The wind was blowing hard but not anywhere near as strong as it was going to get. I gathered up my dress as I didn't want it blowing too much too soon. I got in the car and headed for the coast through the narrow country lanes. As I drove I could hear and feel the wind blowing harder and harder, sometimes making it difficult to drive in a straight line. I'd only driven a couple of miles when I had to stop as a tree had blown over and blocked the road. As I looked to see if there was any way around the wind started to howl and rock my car. The wind was blowing from behind and at such a force I just had to just get out of the car to quickly experience the strength of the wind. I grabbed one of my silk headscarves and tied it on tightly not wanting my hair blown about just yet. I went to open the door and it was all I could do to stop it blowing out of my grip. I stepped out into what was probably around a 50 mph wind. I stood, just,with my back to the wind. The front of the dress was sent flying up in front of me with such force, the back of the dress blasted against the backs of my legs. My silk head scarf was flapping to the side. The sound of my dress and scarf flapping was so loud. I turned around, holding onto my scarf under my chin to try and keep it on. As I turned my dress was blown back hard against my chest smothering my body and arms, the skirt at the back now being forced up and over the car whipping and flapping so hard. I started walking into the wind, my scarf slowly being forced further and further off my head. I held on to it as hard as I could but knew it was only a matter of time before I lost the battle, and my scarf. I began to try and push the front of the skirt down around my legs, enjoying the fight. I managed to pull it down to around my knees when the wind increased suddenly. I was held there unable to move forward. The wind forcing the front of my dress so hard against and between my legs and pulling really hard at the back. The wind blew my headscarf off releasing my hair into the wind sending it flying back. I had to get back to the car, so I turned and headed back.My hair now blown forward, whipping around my face, blinding me. My dress was now blowing against my back and flying out in front of me. I could feel it and hear it but couldn't see it because my hair blowing so hard. The wind now blowing at it's strongest so far and I half staggered and was half blown towards my car. Then a gust so strong just blew me past my car and towards the tree. I had no grip in my high heeled shoes and so, as hard as I, could not stop myself from being blown towards the tree. I faught with my hair to see where I was going but all I could see was this mass of pleated silk being blown ahead of me flapping so hard I thought it would tear. There was nothing I could do now, the wind was just so strong and I was blown into the tree. The wind dropped slightly, just enough for me to stand upright. I turned to try and take this opportunity to head back to the safety of my car and get to the coast to meet my husband. It was then that I could see that the skirt had got really tangled in the branches. I tried to release it but the skirt was so full and the wind so strong that it was so difficult to release it and I was afraid that the skirt could tear as I tried to pull it free. As I released part of the skirt more would get caught up. It was then that I saw the headlights of a car coming towards me. I must confess by this time I was relieved as I really needed some help with my dress. The driver dipped their lights and I saw a woman get out. She could clearly see the predicament I was in and began to walk towards me. She was wearing a very sensible short but tight skirt and jumper. She did have quite long hair that she held in a ponytail over her shoulder, keeping from blowing forward. I shouted out to her to please help me with my dress. The wind was picking up again sending my hair flying back even harder and blasting the dress against me. The skirt was forced up to the tops of my thighs and becoming even more entangled in the branches. The woman got to me and asked if I was hurt. I told her no, but I needed help with my skirt. She began to help, having to let go of hair, needing both hand to grab the billowing skirt. Slowing between us we finally managed to pull the skirt free. I was hoping so much that it hadn't been torn. She pulled down the skirt so it was now blowing against my legs and put an arm around me as we headed back into the wind towards our cars. She put her hand to the back of her head trying to stop her hair from blowing so hard. I just held onto her with one arm and grabbed a handful of my skirt with the other. We got back to my car and she helped me back in. As I went to get in the wind blasted my skirt right up again, and my hair all over my face again. She let go of her hair again as she reached around me to try and pull the skirt back down. I pretty much fell into the car and she gathered up the skirt as best she could and I pulled it into the car. She checked again that I was ok and I thanked her so much for her help. She asked me what had happened. I thought quickly and explained that I thought I'd run something over and got out of the car to check, but the wind had blown so hard that I lost my balance and was blown into the tree. I thanked her again and I watched as she headed back to her car, fighting against the wind. As she got to her car and turned to get in I saw her hair whipped forward. She turned her car around and so did I to head to the coast. The experience had not put me off. On the contrary I couldn't wait to get there and meet up with my husband. Before I set off I called him to explain why I was late. He told me that it was way too windy and dangerous on the coast. He'd seen and helped 3 women already who had been blown over by the force of the wind. This made me even more determined to get there. If anyone was going to be blown over and helped by my husband it was going to be me I told him I would see him shortly. I checked my dress as best I could and was disappointed to see the skirt had been torn in a few places, but it could have been wors.I headed for the coast and will write about that in part II. To give you an idea of how strong the winds were, I thought at one point my dress was going to be torn by the force of the wind, and even my husband couldn't hold down the skirt at one point. susanhampshire, 7. Dezember 2012 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Severe Gales, Part II I arrived down by the sea to meet my husband and parked next to is his. The wind here was definitely stronger than where I was. The gusts were rocking my car. My husband got out of his car and fought his way to mine. His trousers and shirt were flapping wildly. He got into the car and we hugged. I told him briefly about what had happened on the way. He was so pleased that was ok but concerned I'd been out in such a strong wind by myself. Then the sound of a huge gust of wind ended the conversation as it was time to get blown away. I had parked he car with the wind blowing from behind. I opened the door and it just blew out of my hand. I stepped out before my husband could get around to my side of the car. I was so keen to go out into the wind again. As soon as I got out my dress was whipped up at the front as before, but even harder. My hair was blown forwards and up, twisting and whipping all around. I turned to face the wind. It was a repeat of earlier but a whole lot windier. My husband came to my side and put his arm around me and we headed into the wind. My dress was blown so hard against my legs that when I looked down to watch, the pleats in the skirt were blown open and disappeared. The silk being stretched by the force of the wind as it blew between my legs. The wind dropped a little for a while. I love walking around in the wind experiencing my clothes and hair being blown in different directions, so we strolled around waiting for the next big gust. We were walking with the wind to our backs when it hit. My hair was already blowing forward, my dress flying out at the front. We were both blown forward. My dress just went wild. I asked my husband to hold back my hair so I could see my dress blowing. He pulled my hair back as best he could and I just played with my dress in the wind. I wanted it blown right up over my head now. I wanted the pleated silk to blow into my face and body. I told my husband and we headed to an area where the wind would hit the wall and be deflected upwards. Within seconds my dress was forced up all around me. I fought with the skirt, pushing and tugging at it to hold it down. At this point I still had some control over the skirt, but then an incredible gust took complete control of the skirt. I shouted to my husband to film me. I wanted to see this later. My dress was up over my head. The sound of the flapping silk was so loud. The silk was blowing all around, being whipped in all directions now as well as upwards. I was finding it difficult to breath with the silk in my face. I must admit that I panicked for a moment and started beating at the skirt to try and bring it under some sort of control. I managed briefly to push it away below my head and shouted to my husband to help me pull my dress down. The wind gusted again and again, stronger each time. I thought my dress was going to blow off. It took all of my husbands strength to pull down the skirt and drag me away from the wall. The force of the wind dropped again and we were able to bring my dress under control once again. We headed back to my car. My husband believing that I had had enough. When we got in I told him that I wanted to go back out there again. I couldn't afford to miss this opportunity. We may not see winds like this for ages. I decided then to change out of my dress. It was time for a skirt, top and silk scarves. I wanted to experience everything that evening. I reached onto the back seat and grabbed a bag containing the clothes I wanted. Firstly, a below the knee length, white pleated, satin skirt, a red silk blouse, a long silk scarf and a large silk headscarf. I quickly changed and tied the long silk scarf around my throat and my headscarf over my head. I was ready once again to go back out into the stormy wind. I held onto my headscarf as tight as possible not wanting to lose it just yet. We walked headfirst into the wind. My skirt and blouse pressed hard against me. The scarf around my throat flying out behind.My headscarf barely staying on. We turned sideways and then away from the wind. My husband stood in front of me. My skirt blowing against him, my blouse billowing out madly. I hadn't tucked into my skirt on purpose so it would blow even more. My scarves were blowing and flapping in the wind. The headscarf flapping against the side of my face. I told my husband to slowly loosen my scarf. He put his hand between the scarf and my face and as the wind blew harder slowing pulled my scarf off. The wind caught it and blew it off completely releasing my hair into the increasing wind. He bend down so my hair would blow into his face. He loves this and so do I. We kissed, both of us ending up with a mouthful of my silky hair, but we didn't mind. I wanted my skirt to blow up so we headed back to the wall where my dress had tried to suffocate me earlier. My skirt was shorter than my dress so it would not get blown over my head, or so I thought. I stood with my skirt flying up, my husband ready to film me again. The wind increased and blew my skirt inside out. The wind blew harder and harder. It must have been close to 60 mph. I felt my skirt blowing higher and higher. My skirt had an elasticated waistband and the strength of the wind was forcing the skirt further up my body until the waistband was up around my breasts. The skirt was now right over my head and flapping so loudly. My husband again came to my rescue and pulled my skirt back down around my waist. My silk blouse was up around my face, my long scarf flying up, mixing with my hair as it was blown vertically. Once again we headed back to the car. I must admit that by now I was exhausted, and although I was having such a wonderful time I was ready to go home. As we walked, what was probably one of the strongest gusts yet, hit us full on. We were stopped in our tracks unable to move forward. My husband held on to me and began to pull me towards a lamppost to hold on to. This was a seriously strong wind and was on a mission to literally blow me away. I held on as tight as I could. My skirt and blouse felt as if they could tear at any moment. My hair was blowing back so hard it felt like someone had hold of it and was pulling it as hard as they could. The silk scarf around my throat was straggling me. I had to take it off. I reached up and pulled it off. There was no sign of the wind decreasing. If anything it was getting stronger. Suddenly ahead we saw two teenage girls being blown towards us, totally at the mercy of the wind. They both had long hair that was being blown violently forward. One wore a short, tight skirt, the other a longer calf length, fuller skirt. I shouted to my husband to try and help them. He wanted to stay with me but I insisted he help them. The girls has become separated. The girl with the short skirt ahead of the other. My husband managed to catch the first girl and helped her to another lamppost to hold on to. The other girl was being blown towards me. She managed to clear some of her hair from her face and saw me reaching out to her. Her skirt was wrapped around her legs making it so difficult to keep her balance. She managed to battle her way towards me. She was level with me now and the wind blowing her sideways. Her hair was just smothering her face. Her skirt flapping so hard across her legs. She shook her head to try and get the hair out of her face. She reached out to me and me to her. She nearly managed to grab my hand but was blown further away and past me. I grabbed my scarf from my other hand and held it out for her to grasp. Somehow she managed to grab it and slowly managed to pull herself towards me. I was gripping on to the lamppost with one arm desperately trying to hold on. Then suddenly she lost her gip and footing and was blown backwards. My husband got there in just time and managed to hold onto her. Finally the wind dropped enough for us to be able to stand. We reunited the two girls who hugged my husband and thanked him for his help. I was so proud of him. We headed back to the cars and made our way home, exhausted. I grabbed my dress from the back seat of the car and headed towards the house. My husband just driving in behind me. I was so tired. The wind was still bowing hard. Suddenly from nowhere a tremendous gust hit me and tore my dress from my hand and blew it up and into a tree. It caught there flapping like crazy. I though to myself that my dress started out in a tree and ended up in one. My husband had seen what had happened but there was nothing we could do until the morning. We went inside and I went to bed without even changing. I fell asleep to the sound of the wind still howling outside. I woke in the morning and looked out of the window to see if the dress was still there. It had gone, unsurprisingly. My husband was in the kitchen. On the table was my dress. He'd managed to climb up and get it. I picked it up to look at it but it was ruined. The bodice had torn, one of the straps has come away and skirt was torn in a number of places. Even the hem had afraid where it had been flapping for so long and so hard in the night. I smiled at my husband and said I'd just have to buy a new one as I loved that dress so much. He looked at me and said he already had and it would be delivered in a couple of days. I just love my husband to bits. susanhampshire, 9. Dezember 2012

Gebunden, charakterschwach und von schlechtem Benehmen ☝🏼

Eine gekaufte Peitsche? Ich könnte mir vorstellen das die Domins so etwas schon in ihrem Studio hat. So etwas hat für mich nur Sinn, wenn die individuell selbst geflechtet wurde. Damit sie so eine noch nicht hat.

Ich zwinge meine männlichen Sklaven zu einen ultrakurzen maschinenschnitt oder Glatze oder ale 3 Monate auf meinen Friseurstuhl, um einen Strafschnitt verpasst zu bekommen.

An besten fragst du die Dame selbst. Ich persönlich würde mir die Mühe betreiben. Und ihr auf sie zugeschnittenes Gedicht schreiben. Oder schenke ihr von Herzen. Ein paar hübsche Kerzen. Auch mit der Gefahr , sie könnte sie gleich Testen. Und das heisse Wachs auf deiner Haut ein zu setzten.

Schatz was gibt's zu essen? Nix Aber das gabs schon gestern. Ja habs noch mal aufgewärmt, war noch zu viel übrig.

Ich denke ja

Ich bin hier auch nur zum Fremdgehen, weil ich Telefonieren hasse

Genau... Jeder der kalte Füße bekommt, warum auch immer, ist gebunden... 🤦🏻‍♀️ Uff ne... toxic on point...

ja

ne Peitsche ...

@noobiebooh... Bitte lies dazu mal die gefühlt 100 Millionen post zum Thema Warum antworten Frauen nicht... Danke

Edit. Ach schon gut

Ich schere Männern Haare und Bart kurz oder ab ubd habe da auch extra einen Friseurstuhl bei mir privat stehen, um dies bei den zu Scherenden auch umzusetzen. Es sind wenige, die das mögen...aber diese gibt es und umso schöner ist die Umsetzung der Fantasie

Ich verstehe..und dort hast du kein Profil angewählt? Oder warst aus versehen doch auf dem Spank-Reiter? Ja grundsätzlich sollte wie gesagt ja eigentlich jedem klar sein, das ein Profilbesuch kein Freifahrtschein ins Bett des anderen bedeutet. Ich denke auch das dieser Fehler u.U. schwer im scriptdschungel zu finden ist und somit keine hohe Priorität bekommen hat

Wenn person jeden Tag Bilder hoch lädt ist es auch nicht verwerflich sich die anzuschauen ohne das Interesse an person herrscht sonder die Bilder nett sind.

Das sollte aber nie dein Problem sein. Das System sollte sich nicht denen anpassen sondern die Menschen, die eine falsche Erwartungshaltung haben sollten anfangen zu verstehen.

Es stellt sich die Frage, ob du dich im Vorfeld einschleimen möchtest um deiner sicherlich gerechten Strafe zu entgehen oder ob du sie noch zusätzlich auf die Palme bringen willst, mit einem kitschigen Geschenk von der Tanke.... Sonst... Alkohol...dann erträgt sie es leichter mit dir 😅...oder mit etwas Glück darfst du es von ihrem Körper lecken...oder bekommst noch eine Portion extra Sekt... Im Ernst: schwer einzuschätzen wenn man sie nicht besser kennt. Hast du keine weiteren Infos zu ihr?

Schwierig ist es denke ich Menschen zu finden, die einen sehr nischigen Kink teilen. Das heißt, Menschen die auf "Teddys" stehen, die gibt es viel. Aber Menschen die darauf stehen, das Körperfett auf eine bestimmte Art zu fetischisieren, mit den Brüsten auf eine bestimmte Art zu spielen beispielsweise- das ist ja nicht einfach nur eine Präferenz beim Dating, sondern schon sehr spezifisch. Gerade dominante Personen haben oft gerne einen gewissen Spielraum- Also Tittenfolter ok, aber auf ihre Weise. An den Brüsten zu nuckeln wird dann vielleicht öfter in Form von Breast Worship gemacht und das passt für viele Dominante dann eher nicht zu ihrer Rolle. Der Trick, wie es dann doch funktionieren kann ist der Folgende: Man muss sich überlegen, was einen daran reizt, um was es einen geht. Ist es was Sensorisches, hat es was mit Erniedrigung zu tun usw. Wenn man das besser einordnen kann, dann lässt sich das auch verkaufen. Viele sind ja Reaktionsfetischisten. Oder jemand der auf Erniedrigen steht, ist es vielleicht gar nicht wichtig, wie erniedrigt wird, sondern vor allem dass es erniedrigend WIRKT oder jemand will eben Macht haben oder Reaktionen auslösen. Vielleicht ist das dein Hebel durch den man dich dazu bringt quasi alles zu tun. Auch devote Menschen können Verführen. Das braucht zwar sehr viel Geschick und man muss gut auf den Domianten Part eingehen können und ein Gespür dafür entwickeln, was diesem dominanten Part ein wahrer Genuss und eine wahre Freude ist. Das bekommt man nicht in der ersten Nachricht raus. Aber es geht.

Hm... Ich denke, ich bin schlank. Auf 50 Nachrichten, die ich versende, bekomme ich vielleicht drei Mal eine Antwort und zu 90% verlaufen die Gespräche dann im Sande oder ich werde geghosted. (Ich sage nichts Unverschämtes oder Aufdringliches, bin einfach nur höflich und interessiert.) Ich vermute, dass es auf jeglichen Dating Plattformen einen massives Ungleichgewicht gibt, in dem Männer zu einem von 100 Bittstellern degradiert werden, während eine Frau sich angesichts der Auswahl kaum entscheiden kann. Das ist kein Vorwurf, sondern einfach der natürlich. Ich wünsch Dir viel Erfolg, vielleicht findest Du ja bald die Frau, die Du suchst...

Ich könnte das gestern leider nicht mehr ändern. Es sollte heißen auf der Startseite von FINDEN. Dort wo du sehen kannst, wer in deiner Nähe ist, was los ist. Da werden die User via Wischfunktion direkt präsentiert. Und ja, sicherlich habe auch die Erfahrung in all den Jahren gemacht, das es den einen Kontakt geben kann, der so zustande gekommen ist. Doch es geht ja um die irreführende Funktion, die sich dahinter verbirgt

Also..Ich schere oder rasiere nur Männer oder verpasse ihnen einen sehr kurzen Haarschnitt und finde das schon seit vielen Jahren sehr erregend. Es ist wichtig, vorher alles abzuklären...die Grenzen...die Details der Fantasie und dann ist die Grenzerfahrung auch sinnlich und geil. Und es wächst ja wieder und nach 3 Monaten kann der Schersklave dann wieder auf den Friseurstuhl.

Jetzt bereue ich das ich kein Auto habe 😁