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18+. Quantum Satis means "the amount that satisfies." This is where I show you what desire looks like. This is for you, yes you. My email is QuantumSatisWants@gmail.com or message me here if you prefer. All photos assumed to be in public domain.

I ask you to worship me in this most intimate of ways for my own satisfaction, obviously. But also because I seek something seldom seen. Something that may be found hidden in your eyes when they plead for more, in your tears when I invade your throat, in your eagerness to please me and hear me moan:
Hunger personified.
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I ask you to worship me in this most intimate of ways for my own satisfaction, obviously. But also because I seek something seldom seen. Something that may be found hidden in your eyes when they plead for more, in your tears when I invade your throat, in your eagerness to please me and hear me moan:

Hunger personified.

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Anonymous asked:
submissive woman. I found a private dungeon near me that seems well respected and they have BDSM 101 classes but I am also kind of shy thank you for answering.

Those classes are usually a good place to start. If it’s organized by the right people you should be pretty safe. No one in one of those is going to start acting like a douchebag because they’ll get called out and ostracized pretty quickly. 

Don’t worry about the shy part, no one’s going to judge you if you go and watch but don’t interact.

Even better would be for you to try to find a munch in your area, those don’t have the class format but you’ll be able to talk to people in the lifestyle and make some friends.

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Anonymous asked:
What advice would you give to a person who is becoming increasingly interested in the D/S lifestyle

Person is too general anon. Interested as a submissive or a dominant?

In general though be careful out there, make sure your needs are satisfied and you feel safe before you jump into any kind of relationship. Discuss and talk about limits and needs, safe words, dynamics, etc.

Most important though have fun and find someone you can learn with and enjoy other things besides the D/s lifestyle.

And check out this post: http://quantumsatis.tumblr.com/post/69096818250

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A savage desire for strong emotions and sensations burns inside me: a rage against this soft-tinted, shallow, standardized and sterilized life, and a mad craving to smash something up, a department store, say, or a cathedral, or myself.
- Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf
“Sometimes a man just wants to explore what he’s conquered.”
crimson-uncovered:

Pin me down and assault me with your mouth.
Ropes and cuffs aren’t necessary when your body is equally as capable of enslaving me. Your bare hands and sheer force would be enough. That’s how you’d fool me into thinking that I’m in for a night of roughness, by aggressively pinning my wrists to the mattress and immobilizing my legs with yours. Little would I know that you’re not about to fuck me until I’m sore. You’re not about to leave vicious little bite marks across my writhing body, like you’d done before. No, tonight you’re going to contrast the force of your touch with the softness of your mouth. You are going to be painfully slow and unbearably gentle, and that will be my torture.
For a girl like me, the feeling of your lips slowly moving from my jaw to my neck would be agony. I’d shiver and squirm against your grip, wanting you to move faster, lower. You’d lick me across my collarbones, and I’d expect you to bite. I’d want you to bite. You wouldn’t, not this time. Instead, you’d continue on down to my heaving breasts, flick your tongue over a nipple and harden it. Oh, you’d spend a long time there. You’d spend decades just licking and sucking and grazing your teeth over my desperate tits. I’d be pulling against your merciless hands, practically wrestling you, but you’d be much too strong. You’d order me still and I’d feel my skin throbbing against your fingers, feel the red marks they’d undoubtedly be hiding. 
It wouldn’t be until you got to my navel that I’d really start begging. I’d beg you to fuck me now, to give me your cock, to stop the ruthless movement of your mouth and take. You’d tell me to hush. Sometimes a man just wants to explore what he’s conquered. The lower you’d go, the slower you’d go, and the more time you’d spend on the most sensitive parts of me. Like that little spot above my abdomen, the spot that makes all my muscles clench. Or that little crevice right above my clit, so close to where I ache. My pussy would be so wet and needy for your lips, but you’d evade it. You’d concentrate on my inner thighs, on anywhere but the soaking wet hole you own, and I’d be powerless. So powerless. 
Once you’d give in and finally lick my needy pussy, once you’d bring me to the edge with that torturous mouth of yours, only then would you loosen your grip a little.
But you wouldn’t let me go until I let go, screaming my gratitude. 

Sometimes a man just wants to explore what he’s conquered.”

crimson-uncovered:

Pin me down and assault me with your mouth.

Ropes and cuffs aren’t necessary when your body is equally as capable of enslaving me. Your bare hands and sheer force would be enough. That’s how you’d fool me into thinking that I’m in for a night of roughness, by aggressively pinning my wrists to the mattress and immobilizing my legs with yours. Little would I know that you’re not about to fuck me until I’m sore. You’re not about to leave vicious little bite marks across my writhing body, like you’d done before. No, tonight you’re going to contrast the force of your touch with the softness of your mouth. You are going to be painfully slow and unbearably gentle, and that will be my torture.

For a girl like me, the feeling of your lips slowly moving from my jaw to my neck would be agony. I’d shiver and squirm against your grip, wanting you to move faster, lower. You’d lick me across my collarbones, and I’d expect you to bite. I’d want you to bite. You wouldn’t, not this time. Instead, you’d continue on down to my heaving breasts, flick your tongue over a nipple and harden it. Oh, you’d spend a long time there. You’d spend decades just licking and sucking and grazing your teeth over my desperate tits. I’d be pulling against your merciless hands, practically wrestling you, but you’d be much too strong. You’d order me still and I’d feel my skin throbbing against your fingers, feel the red marks they’d undoubtedly be hiding. 

It wouldn’t be until you got to my navel that I’d really start begging. I’d beg you to fuck me now, to give me your cock, to stop the ruthless movement of your mouth and take. You’d tell me to hush. Sometimes a man just wants to explore what he’s conquered. The lower you’d go, the slower you’d go, and the more time you’d spend on the most sensitive parts of me. Like that little spot above my abdomen, the spot that makes all my muscles clench. Or that little crevice right above my clit, so close to where I ache. My pussy would be so wet and needy for your lips, but you’d evade it. You’d concentrate on my inner thighs, on anywhere but the soaking wet hole you own, and I’d be powerless. So powerless. 

Once you’d give in and finally lick my needy pussy, once you’d bring me to the edge with that torturous mouth of yours, only then would you loosen your grip a little.

But you wouldn’t let me go until I let go, screaming my gratitude.