Once upon the time, on the internet, I had a profile up on one of the many BDSM "looking for" sites. And the below is what someone thought would be even remotely appropriate to send to me. Let's see if we can't play creeper bingo. I actually think this dude read my profile, at least enough to see that I have a vagina, like things put in it, and am interested in a D/s relationship. Apparently to him anyone looking for D/s means M/s, because of the amount of times he refers to slaves. Fun fact bro, I'm not a slave. I'm not planning on being a slave, and sending emails like this to people is grounds to get horrible things done to your nads. My brain liquified and started seeping out my noise while I was reading this. I've left the message intact in it's appearance, formatting included. I just removed his initial at the end. PRO TIP: TREAT PEOPLE LIKE PEOPLE, AND NOT FETISH DELIVERY SYSTEMS. AND YOUR SHIT MIGHT TURN OUT BETTER. YOUR MILEAGE MAY V...
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