[indent][color=white][b]A harsh, manipulative woman split between submissiveness and dominance.[/b][/color][/indent][hr]

[color=gray]Short stature, but with moderate, lovely curves, Sam is privately abashed of her physical traits. Manly might be her personality, but never her appearance. Large breasts, generous hips, anything a guy could ask for.
But dating Sam isn't all roses and candy hearts. Anyone she's taken an interest in will be in her bondage before too long. And though she doesn't speak often, her sentences brief, yet meaningful, that mellifluous voices so rich it could almost be sold.

[collapse=Do]Currently in a medical position, she's looking for something else in her life. Somebody to love. Somebody to cater to her every whim. Sounds perfect, right? Though, a lingering thought remains inside herself, and no matter if she loves being top dog, in her loneliest of nights, the idea of serving crosses her mind as something almost pleasing, however something to get used to.

Her life easily collapsible into different phases. Her earliest memories begin around the age of ten, and she's destined a decent, lengthy life. Things don't ever go exactly to plan, and it often leaves her wondering that most classic of crisis: what if?[/collapse]
[collapse=Re]Her life wasn't ever something interesting, unique, or particularly great. She took up a variety of hobbies when she was younger, trying to find the proper fit for her. Books, movies, board games, video games, nothing seemed to be what she was after. Music, medicine, and painting were almost a calling for her. And very much like all artists, she's a horrible personality. Harsh, belligerent, brutal, and just an out-right meanie. She's domineering, seductive, and forceful, more than willing to bring people down to her level, just to see how far they'll tumble to make her happy.

Though, her hobbies aren't the only thing she's known for. Despite her rather clumsy ability to be verbose, she desires to pass on her knowledge to the world, the people she knows. Alcohol is something she only drinks with care. That demeaning, degrading personality she constructs falls with each drink she swallows down. Whiskey, scotch, wine, and sake are her favorite liquors, and while she doesn't take it overboard, loose lips become known the more shot glasses become visible.

Gardening is another passion of hers, but one nobody would know about without coming to her house. A modest garden with a variety of various flowers, and only flowers. Herbs, she can just buy from the store, but flowers, and flowers planted, grown of her own hard work? That's something more than special. A romantic by nature, though something she tries to hide, growing pretty flowers is something she adores.[/collapse]
[collapse=Mi]Long, black hair that trails down her back, in front of her face hides dark blue eyes with opaque bangs, and sharp facial features obscured, only to be emphasized by dark, subtle makeup. Eyeliner, blush, and just about anything else she would like. Though never does she take it far, keeping herself of that 'slutty' look she carries fervent hatred for.
Short as she might be, her hourglass figure certainly forces eyes down to her level. Wide hips, thick thighs, and large breasts, putting her above all else, and who wouldn't want such a benevolent mistress? Or such a willing servant?

Her sense of style can be surmised in nearly one word: black. Goth is a misnomer. There's little fancy or over-designed about her outfit, though neckties are a nearly permanent main-stay.
Long pencil skirts, suit jackets, and other formal wear some of her favorites. Though aside from those, and the occasional dress, her closet could be easily identified as a man's.
Tuneful voice, albeit rarely spoken, melodic in its tone, almost a reward to be able to hear. She speaks low, and mostly in private. While people passing by might just see her lips move, rarely is her voice uttered with enough volume for others to hear.[/collapse]
[collapse=Fa]A variety of career and life opportunities made themselves available to the intelligent, though oft times lazy, woman. In her younger days, ideas came aplenty, and many times dropped to make way for what she considered her true calling: medicine.

However, teaching was another passion of hers, and one she would turn towards in her later years, when money was no longer such an issue. But if she hadn't made medical school, that was the first choice behind it.

Perhaps a florist, or a botanist other choices turned down in her life, but in another time, would she accept those offers?

Words came naturally to her, and putting them down on paper much easier than tossing them into the air. An author, a novelist, or perhaps a journalist could service as a pleasing way of making wage.

And as much as it pains her to imagine, living with the proper partner, being a stay at home, curse the word, mother might give her that purpose she longs for.

But, on second thought, perhaps a normal job isn't quite her speed. Ideas waffling during periods of insomnia, and many seeds of ideas can flourish and sprout. The first thought: a master. An owner of someone special, someone so willing and devoted to the proper cause: Sam. Every whim of hers should be catered to, every pleasant moment should be multiplied by the proper, subservient person.

Not far behind, however, is that desire to swap positions. [b]Being[/b] that one to please someone an even better-kept secret than the former. But even if inside she yearns for it, living this way would be a certain change, something that takes time to adjust to.

Few of her other fantasies are quite so tame in comparison. Violence and a driving libido can force the hand to make horrible decisions. Entertained thoughts, but perhaps this time she acts upon those ideas and mental, half-joking plans of kidnap, rape, and pillage. After enough times, the back of her hand would no longer sting when she slaps.

And in her most drunken and debauched moments, the idea of a child of her own to play with, and not in the maternal sense, had filled her with shame, especially following the arousal the temptation provided.[/collapse]
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