KillerMuffin
Seraphically Disinclined
- Joined
- Jul 29, 2000
- Posts
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Every once in a great, great while some man will send me an email or PM. Generally they're looking for a submissive when they do it. Why they would pick me out of the lineup as potential sub material is one of the mysteries of the universe.
This one was looking for a Domme. And picked me out of the potential lineup.
I was completely speechless for about an hour. Maybe two or three. Went and bought a white pleather corset. Sent a reply, "I'm really flattered, but, uh, I'm not a Domme. I'm interested in BDSM from a writer's perspective, not a participant's." pleasantries, pleasantries, thank you for the compliment, signed Muffie. I ate some toast, did some homework, got a haircut. This was the reply, though not verbatim and much more courteous and pleasant. "You are. You just don't know it yet. i'm sorry for bothering you, please have a lovely evening."
It boggles, really.
*shakes head*
This one was looking for a Domme. And picked me out of the potential lineup.
I was completely speechless for about an hour. Maybe two or three. Went and bought a white pleather corset. Sent a reply, "I'm really flattered, but, uh, I'm not a Domme. I'm interested in BDSM from a writer's perspective, not a participant's." pleasantries, pleasantries, thank you for the compliment, signed Muffie. I ate some toast, did some homework, got a haircut. This was the reply, though not verbatim and much more courteous and pleasant. "You are. You just don't know it yet. i'm sorry for bothering you, please have a lovely evening."
It boggles, really.
*shakes head*