Nd love to be owned by a real man...that I could trust and worship totally--I'd do anything he told me to do and work so hard to learn how to please him...my body is dying to be used by a strong, real man...I love the pictures of girls with collars around their necks and even little leashes...I'd love to be dressed up and shown off, make him proud...oh my silly fantasies...cuz I'm too shy to ever meet anyone in real life...I wouldn't even know where to begin! The Pacific NW seems to be some last bastion of mind-numbingly unappealing caucasian homogeny. And I work with little ones all day and paint at night and write mortifyingly open posts on a website I wouldn't speak the name of aloud (I'd die of embarrassment)!