Posted by Frank on October 5, 2005, 5:59 am (Originally posted on August 20, 2003, 9:54 pm, in reply to "Female domination in childhood—the source of exhibitionism") You may find Me playful one day and brutal the next, but always fair, at least according to My judgment... I’m friendly and take My profession seriously, caring about those who entrust themselves to My care. I am discreet, and respectful of your limits, though I will push them. I also have lifestyle “toys” I occasionally play with, but do not hope to be one of them. I do not have the time to have a “stable,” though I do occasionally permit a generous patron to escort Me to functions, and that may include some “play.” If you would like to know My thoughts on Domination, click “Musings.” I will look forward to seeing you.... down on your knees of course.... A Short Bio I was eight years old when I saw my first penis. As I reached down to touch it I giggled and said to my mother, “It looks funny.” Just then the thing rose up like a garden hose, swayed all over the place and squirted Me in the face. My mother laughed, and after I got over the shock, so did I. From then on I was much more careful when changing my brother’s diaper. My parents always conveyed to Me a wholesome and healthy attitude toward sensuality and sex, and although they impressed upon Me the virtues of remaining a virgin, until... well, until sometime in the future, I suppose. I can’t really remember when they assumed it would be okay not to be a virgin; I figured that out on my own. But, that’s a different story. I remember being in junior high and experiencing for the first time, the spreading of my little wings of independence, or sexual experimentation, if you will. At that time I lived with my grandmother in a conservative, sleepy little town, and there was not much to do there for a kid, other than chores, going to the movies, or hanging out in Indian Park. The park was huge with old oak trees, swings, slides, teeter-totters, and boats you could rent to row around the small lake in the middle of the park. Anyway, this one time I was there with the neighbor kids, two boys I had known since the fourth grade. I don’t remember how we all got there, but that’s not important. I’m a bit embarrassed to confess this, especially given my vocation, but I would probably have been called a little (penis)-tease back then. It was all innocent, quite different from now, of course. And no, I did not lose my virginity until years later. Charlie and Danny were about two years apart, Charlie being the oldest, in eighth grade, and Danny in sixth. I was in seventh. We had played many of the imaginative childhood games that kids play over the years: cops-and-robbers, knights-and-maidens, and, on this occasion, cowboys-and-Indians (which was fitting, as we were at Indian Park). For some reason, on this particular occasion, there were not a lot of people around, or we just didn’t notice them. I was the Indian; Charlie and Danny were the cowboys. I had managed to capture Charlie while Danny went ahead to scout the trail (actually off to find the bathroom). I tied Charlie up to a small tree with some string we had found and then danced around him a few times. I was wearing shorts and a little sleeveless top, and noticed that Charlie kept looking at my breasts. I looked too, and to my embarrassment, my nipples were erect. I noticed Charlie grinning, and he started squirming around a bit. He quickly said he had to go to the bathroom, and for me to untie him. I told him he had to stay there, or I was going to tell his mother he was looking at my breasts. He then started begging to go to the bathroom. I told him if he had to go that bad, he would have to go right where he was. By that time Danny came back, holding an almost-finished drink he had bought. I said, “If you have to go, you can go in the cup.” “Okay, okay,” he replied. I told Danny he would have to help me, and he agreed. I unzipped Charlie’s jeans, and pulled out his “pee-pee.” It was hard, and I assumed it was going to let loose like my brother had when I changed his diaper for the first time. I thought the best thing for me to do was to hold it so I would not get it in the face. So Danny held the cup, and I held Charlie’s penis. I remember looking up at him and noticing that he was looking down my shirt at my bare breasts. To my surprise, he got this funny look on his face, and then he squirted out something that was not pee, but milky and thick. It was amazing! It came out in squirts. I looked shocked, and he was red-faced and begged to be released. I told Danny to untie Charlie, who then quickly zipped up his pants and ran to the bathroom. When Charlie returned, we all left, and nothing further was said. Cowboys-and-Indians continued to be one of our favorite games, the other one being Man-from-U.N.C.L.E. Sometimes when I tied the boys up in our back yard, I would pull down their pants, exposing their penises, always making sure my young bare breasts with protruding nipples were somewhat visible. On occasion we would vary our fun by taking turns watching each other pee. I should mention that during all this play, I did not ever let the boys touch me—although sometimes I would touch their penises with a feather, or a leaf on a twig. It has always been fascinating to me how magical a penis is, and I’ve always enjoyed seeing them go from limp to hard. Later, our play progressed to playing Doctor. Guess who was the doctor? So, I suppose it does not surprise me that I do what I do. Although I am happily married, have two children and a “vanilla” career, domination gives me what is missing in other parts of my life. I love controlling another’s body and having that person experience the physical and mental surrender associated with giving their submission to their dominant. It’s gratifying being the tour-guide for one’s journey toward the self-exploration of their sexuality. One of my biggest turn-ons is knowing that my submissives have given themselves to me to do with as I please, to take them to that special place we share. Mistress Amber If you want to free your submissive desires, surrender to Me. Click on “Sessions,” fill out the application and send it to me for consideration. If you have any questions, you may submit them with the application. If you leave any questions unanswered, I will expect an explanation. Enjoy the rest of your visit.... Mistress Amber Link: Post a response
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[Board administrator’s note: The following was originally posted as part of a series on the causes of exhibitionism]
So you want to know about Me? Come satisfy your curiosity and pay Me a visit. Come and feel the gentleness of My caress, or the sting of My whips. It is all waiting for your exploration into My pleasures. Surrender, and let me into your mind, where I can control your basest of desires.
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