I always say yes!

Well, it's always a bit exaggerated. I mean that I have few limits. I don't like blood, cigarettes, or more. A well-given blow, at the precise moment, is a success. There is no total pleasure without pain. And that doesn't mean I'm a masochist. We go through pain to reach pleasure. But everything has to make sense.

Humiliation is necessary, as is submission. Everything is intertwined.

I'm looking for a master who knows how to use all the tools to turn me into his faithful servant. A man who has me at his feet, to give him everything. Everything is everything.

The only requirement is that he knows his power. Physical appearance is not important. He can be tall or short, athletic or have a beautiful belly. It's preferable that he's over 40 years old. It's essential that he has a good cock, not necessarily very large, although size helps, but if it's not, at least it should be proportionate.

Now that I'm asking, although it's not an indispensable requirement, I hope he knows how to kiss. If he knows how to do it, he's probably been told many times.

I offer extraordinary kisses, that's what they say.

I will submit to all his desires. My mouth and my tongue are his entire geography.

His pleasure will be to be the master of my pain, except for blood, burns, and the danger of death. I'm sure he'll be able to navigate close to the edge, but he'll know how to avoid it. I hope all this information has convinced him.