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I was once a competitive runner—driven, disciplined, always chasing the next level. Injuries ended that chapter, but the hunger never left. Now I train hard, stay lean, and push myself through yoga and strength training.
I’ve lived with intense submissive and masochistic desires for years, but never been with a dominant or Master.
I don’t need to hide my feelings anymore—they’re a part of me. Raw. Relentless. I ache for helplessness, for surrender. I crave the ache after punishment, the sting of bruises, the trembling aftermath when I’ve been used and left spent.
I punish myself when I can’t be punished. I fantasize constantly—about being broken, objectified, used without mercy. About being dragged past my limits while a sadistic smile watches me fall apart. I want to be owned, disciplined, remade. Not just pushed—I want to be forced.
This isn’t about play. It’s need. Obsession. Devotion. If you understand control, if you take pleasure in pushing a submissive body to its edge and beyond—then maybe I’m what you’re looking for.
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Mollock
new to the lifestyle needing to learn
| Sex: | Female |
| Orientation: | submissive |
| Location: | Kidlington |
| Age: | 26 years |
| Sponsoring: | I don't expect money |
| Marital status: | single |
| I'm looking for a: | man |
| Height: | 5ft 7in (170 cm) |
| Weight: | 8st 6lb (53.5 kg) |
| I like most: | bondage |
| Light or hard: | hard |
| I like: | bondage, spanking, pain, wax |
| Last login: | in last 30 days |
Message her for free
Remember her
I was once a competitive runner—driven, disciplined, always chasing the next level. Injuries ended that chapter, but the hunger never left. Now I train hard, stay lean, and push myself through yoga and strength training.
I’ve lived with intense submissive and masochistic desires for years, but never been with a dominant or Master.
I don’t need to hide my feelings anymore—they’re a part of me. Raw. Relentless. I ache for helplessness, for surrender. I crave the ache after punishment, the sting of bruises, the trembling aftermath when I’ve been used and left spent.
I punish myself when I can’t be punished. I fantasize constantly—about being broken, objectified, used without mercy. About being dragged past my limits while a sadistic smile watches me fall apart. I want to be owned, disciplined, remade. Not just pushed—I want to be forced.
This isn’t about play. It’s need. Obsession. Devotion. If you understand control, if you take pleasure in pushing a submissive body to its edge and beyond—then maybe I’m what you’re looking for.
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