There are no photographs of me on this phone and that is deliberate
- Looking for
- a submissive who understands why nothing here will ever be sent
- Experience
- Fifteen years, three dynamics, all quiet.
- Around
- Salford, Manchester
There is nothing on this device that could be forwarded. No pictures of me, no pictures of anybody else, nothing saved from any conversation I have ever had. That is not because I distrust the people I talk to. It is because a phone gets left on a table, a friend is shown something funny, and an account gets sold, and none of that requires anybody to intend harm.
Working that way has made me a better correspondent. I write things I would be content to have read aloud. I do not ask for photographs, which some people find suspicious and others find like putting down a weight. I move to a face to face conversation early, because a table is the only room in this with no logs.
Fifty, Salford, dominant, fifteen years in, three dynamics and not one of them ever surfaced anywhere.
In a city this size that matters more than it would elsewhere. Whatever leaves a conversation here does not travel to strangers. It travels to people who will recognise the description.
What I want is a submissive who takes that seriously without reading it as coldness. Not looking for anybody who wants proof of who I am before we speak out loud. Not looking to be added anywhere. Not looking for a person who assumes discretion means somebody at home.