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Sécurisez votre compte Firestorm 04/03/2023
Sécurisez votre compte Firestorm Dans ce post, nous allons vous donner quelques bonnes pratiques afin de renforcer la sécurité de votre compte Firestorm.
Pour rappel, votre compte est sous votre responsabilité, et vous êtes en mesure de le protéger sans que cela vous prenne plus que quelques minutes: pas cher payé pour se protéger des "hackeurs" et autres arnaques, non ? Étape 1: Ajoutez un Authenticator (Authentificateur) La vérification en 2 étapes (ou 2FA) est extrêmement importante, et nous ne pouvons que vous conseiller de l'activer: C'est la meilleure des protections, et également un bon réflexe à prendre pour protéger vos autres données: chaque nouvelle connexion sur votre compte depuis un nouvel emplacement nécessitera un code que seul vous aurez. Comment l'activer: Ouvrez votre page de gestion d'authenticator sur le site. Cliquez sur "Activer mon authenticator". Téléchargez l'application Authy (meilleur que Google Authenticator). Vous pouvez en apprendre plus ici. Une fois l'application téléchargée, scannez le QR code ou rentrez le code généré par l'application manuellement. Votre Authenticator est activé! Vous devrez donc renseigner le code fourni par l'application à chaque connexion depuis un nouvel emplacement. Téléchargez les codes de récupération: Ça peut toujours servir! Note: Une fois votre compte créé, n'oubliez pas de vérifier votre adresse mail. Sans ça, n'importe qui ayant accès à votre compte pourra en modifier l'adresse mail, et même le mot de passe. Étape 2: Utilisez un mot de passe fort / complexe N'utilisez pas de mots du dictionnaire, mais de préférence une suite de caractères (lettres, chiffres, symboles) que vous seul connaissez. Une autre alternative consiste à choisir une phrase entière que seul vous connaissez, puis remplacez certaines lettres par des symboles (E -> 3, A -> 4, a -> @, etc) plus le mot de passe est long, plus il est difficile à trouver. N'utilisez ce mot de passe que sur Firestorm. De manière générale, essayez de ne jamais utiliser le même mot de passe sur différents sites. Des solutions, telles que KeePass existent, et peuvent s'avérer un excellent choix si vous avez du mal à retenir plusieurs mots de passe. Il s'agit d'un gestionnaire de mots de passes. Ne notez votre mot de passe nulle part ! Pas sur votre téléphone, pas sur votre ordinateur, ni au dos de votre liste de courses ! Étape 3: Sécurisez votre ordinateur Scannez votre ordinateur fréquement afin d'éliminer les malware, keyloggers et autres virus. Faites les mise à jour système lorsqu'elles sont disponible: n'attendez pas plusieurs semaines, car elles contiennent souvent d'importantes amélioration de sécurité. Si possible, faites en sorte d'être le seul à vous servir de votre ordinateur. Étape 4: Amis & Famille ? Partager votre compte Firestorm avec vos amis, ou votre famille est fortement déconseillé: moins il y a de personnes qui connaissent vos identifiants, mieux c'est pour la sécurité de votre compte. Essayez d'adopter ces bonnes pratiques: Fermez votre session / déconnectez vous de Firestorm lorsque vous vous éloignez de votre ordinateur Ne divulguez pas vos mots de passe à vos amis / famille, et ne les laissez pas acceder à votre téléphone qui contient votre application Authy. Récapitulons: Choisissez un mot de passe fort, unique, que seul vous connaissez. Vérifiez votre adresse mail, et installez un authenticator (de préférence Authy). Ne cliquez sur aucun lien douteux, et gardez votre ordinateur en "bonne santé" en le scannant régulièrement pour le protéger contre les virus & malwares. Aucun membre du staff ne vous demandera votre mot de passe. Ne le divulguez JAMAIS. Ne partagez votre compte avec personne, pas même des amis ou de la famille. Tous ces conseils sont dans votre intérêt, afin que personne ne vous vole quoi que ce soit, et que votre compte reste le votre ! FAQ: Question: J'ai perdu l'accès à mon authenticator, et je n'ai pas mes codes de récupération, que faire ? Réponse: Vous pouvez faire un ticket sur le support en fournissant le plus de preuves possibles que le compte vous appartient. Question: Quelqu'un m'a "hack" et a supprimé mes personnages et items. Réponse: Pour ce qui concerne les personnages, vous pouvez les restaurer sur la boutique, mais on ne pourra rien faire de plus: votre compte est sous votre responsabilité, c'est pour cela qu'il vous faut le protéger ! Question: Quelqu'un m'a volé mon compte, que faire ? Réponse: Techniquement, nous ne pouvons rien faire pour vous, comme expliqué dans cet article. Vous pouvez toujours faire un ticket sur le support en fournissant le plus de preuves possibles que le compte vous appartient.
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L'équipe Firestorm France 04/03/2023
Voici les membres des différents pôles de l'équipe Firestorm France Veuillez noter qu'aucun membre du staff ne vous demandera votre mot de passe !
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barkerxavierr@proton.me replied to gaaet's topic in Discussion générale
J’ai eu exactement le même souci en reprenant après une longue pause — l’authenticator m’a bloqué l’accès et j’avais plus accès à mon ancien appareil. Heureusement, après avoir contacté le support, un admin a pu m’aider à réinitialiser la clé. Un peu galère, mais ça se règle vite si on explique bien la situation. Drift boss -
[Traitée] Diksonee - Il pense être dans un jeu pour adultes +18
SamEyael replied to CielXII's topic in Plaintes traitées
Bonsoir @CielXII, Je tiens d'abord à vous remercier pour votre plainte, je vous informe avoir bien pris connaissance de tous ces éléments. Je suis navré que vous ayez dû faire face à ce genre d'acte sur nos serveurs. Néanmoins, et cela, au vu de la gravité des paroles du joueur, peu importe le contexte, cela n'a pas à avoir lieu sur nos serveurs. Le joueur en question va être contacté et sanctionné en conséquence de ses actes et que toutes les mesures adaptées vont être prises afin d'éviter toute récidive. En revanche, s'il vient à recommencer, une sanction nettement plus lourde lui sera appliquée. Pour conclure, je peux vous suggérer d'utiliser la commande "/ignore pseudonymedujoueur" afin d'ignorer ses messages. Par ailleurs, n'hésitez surtout pas à refaire une plainte en cas de problème avec les preuves nécessaires (Les captures d'écran doivent être des originales, ni rognées, ni modifiées). C'est grâce à votre aide que nous pouvons rendre nos serveurs plus plaisants. "Le désir de bien faire est un puissant moteur. Celui de faire du bien est plus puissant encore.", Michael Aguilar. Je vous souhaite d'excellentes aventures sur nos serveurs, Cordialement, Responsable Maître de Jeu - Sameyael -
Bonsoir @Celaest, Je tiens d'abord à vous remercier pour votre plainte, je vous informe avoir bien pris connaissance de tous ces éléments. Je suis navré que vous ayez dû faire face à ce genre d'acte sur nos serveurs. Après examen de la capture d'écran et du contexte, le joueur recevra un avertissement de notre part afin de faire en sorte que cette situation ne se reproduise plus. Je tiens néanmoins à souligner ce que vous avez pu dire dans votre plainte : - Si j'apprends que vous faites cela, que ce soit envers ce joueur ou un autre, c'est vous qui allez recevoir une sanction. Se faire justice soit même n'est absolument pas envisageable ; notamment parce que se faire justice soi-même peut entraîner une spirale de violence ou de vengeance, et donc cela peut déboucher sur des conflits incontrôlables. Je vous invite donc à notre laisser gérer cela. Merci pour votre compréhension ~~ Enfin, si vous deviez rencontrer d'autres problèmes à l'avenir, je vous invite à nous en faire part en veillant à fournir des preuves complètes (captures d'écran originales et non modifiées). Votre coopération est essentielle pour nous aider à rendre les serveurs plus agréables pour tous. Pour conclure, je vous laisse sur ces mots de Michael Aguilar : "Le désir de bien faire est un puissant moteur. Celui de faire du bien est plus puissant encore." Je vous souhaite d'excellentes aventures sur nos serveurs. Cordialement, Responsable Maître de Jeu - Sameyael
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compagne dragonflight valdrakken Compagne dragonflight
wariîîøx a ajouté un sujet dans Discussion générale
Bonsoir alors voila hier j'ai décidé de continuer ma compagne sur dragonflight mais après la quête En route vers le bastion deTyr, il me demande d'améliorer mon renom pour continuer donc la je suis a 3/9 de la compagne mais dans les récompenses de renom y'a aucune récompense qui m'indique la suite de la compagne donc j veux savoir si c'est normal ou juste parce que ce n'ai pas script .. Cordialement. -
Les plaintes que vous soumettez doivent respecter ce format : Nom du joueur : Mettre le nom de l´accusé ou des accusés. Date : Indiquer la date des faits le plus précisément possible. Joueur accusé : Le(s) pseudonyme(s) du/des joueur(s) ayant enfreint le règlement du serveur. Description du problème : Décrire le problème le plus explicitement et précisément possible. Preuves : Capture(s) d'écran/Vidéo -> Merci de nous fournir un maximum d'éléments ! Les plaintes au sujet de vol, perte de comptes à la suite d'un échange, prêt, vente, achat ne seront pas traitées, ceci n'est en rien autorisé car vous êtes le seul responsable de votre compte. Soyez prudents et ne donnez jamais votre mot de passe à quiconque, soyez également prudents afin de ne pas vous rendre sur des sites virus (achat po) qui ont pour but uniquement de prendre les informations sensibles de votre compte. Une capture d'écran/vidéo modifiée entraînera automatiquement l'invalidité de la preuve, merci de poster des originales, larges, non rognées et non modifiées.
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Je pose ça là, si des avis n'hésitez pas
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Bonjour à vous, Pour commencer avant de me bombarder de message privé, je n'ai pas de clé amis. je vous partage une solution sur la quête: Gouffre souterrain Qui sur la bêta a parfois des ratés. J'ai signalé ceci sur le bug tracker, en attendant la correction, voici comment contourner. Lien WoWhead de la quête Le souci. L'ors ce que vous avez fini le gouffre, vous devez récupérer une récompense dans un coffre, cependant celui ci m'a demander une clé, qui n'est jamais tombé. Après plusieurs tentatives à plusieurs niveaux, groupe, reset clé, vider le cache... Rien n'a fonctionné. Après 5 tentatives, j'ai découvert le souci: Le coffre est soit sous map ou invisible. Lien imgur des images du souci. La solution. Il faut faire le gouffre au niveau 1. Arriver au bout utiliser votre minimap et zoomez la au maximum, pour bien voir le coffre. Placez vous à son emplacement sur la minimap, regarder vers le sol et cliquer dessus. Ceci vous donnera le loot et vous permettra de terminer la quête. J'espère vous avoir débloqué ;)
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Salutations @zakideri, Le serveur Beta Fermé de The War Within n'est accessible qu'aux personnes ayant reçu une clé Beta. Petit à petit, plus de personnes seront invités à tester le contenu sur ce serveur de test. Si vous n'avez pas reçu d'invitation vous ne pouvez donc pas y accéder. Je vous invite à consulter cet article pour en apprendre plus sur cette Beta Fermée de The War Within. Je vous remercie pour votre compréhension et vous souhaite un bon jeu sur nos royaumes. Kormuzio, Support.
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Salut, quelqu'un sait pourquoi je peux pas connecter sur le royaume TWW-BETA ? j'essaye de rentrer mais ça m'affiche ça
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Bonjour, Je voulais savoir si dans War Within quand il sera sortie, est-ce qu'il sera possible de se procurer le stuff pvp et arène notamment de Dragonflight 10.2 avec des marques d'honneur ou par un autre moyen ? Merci par avance pour vos retours.
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Beaucoup de joueurs francophones sur Valdrakken ?
conradisa77@gmail.com replied to Raesvelg's topic in Taverne
Bonjour La guilde "les défenseurs d'azeroth" est elle toujours active ? Cordialement -
As an academic, I study the concepts of freedom and tantra, the perfect intersection of intellect, power, and sensuality. This isn't merely an exercise of the mind, but an exploration of the deepest corners of my desires. How ironic it is that the pages of ancient manuscripts would lead me to uncharted territories of my own body and soul. The day I stumbled upon my all-time favorites, the Kama Sutra and Ananga Ranga, the feminist scholar in me was set aflame with curiosity рџЏ. The texts, rich with detailed illustrations and comprehensive instructions, were not merely erotic for shock value -- they were a blueprint for liberation. I realized the act was not just of two bodies intertwining, but of two souls communicating in a language only they understood. As a woman, this empowered me. There was no subjugation, no power play, and no shameful societal stereotypes. Just pure, raw, consensual ecstasy. I found freedom in the paradox of control. Holding the reins of my own pleasure was like savoring the sweetest taste ever known to mankind рџ‘…. So, I dove into this well of knowledge, satiating my intellectual thirst and redefining my physical boundaries. But as the camera rolls рџ“№, reality sets in. The world outside my university walls is not ready to accept a woman empowered by her sexual freedom. Comments saturated with misogyny and skepticism drown my inbox. I am shamed for exercising the freedom to my body. And with that, the whip of reality lashes at me, and the taste of my newfound freedom soured. Nonetheless, my fire does not extinguish. The flame dances defiantly against the cold winds of criticism. And with each scathing remark, it only grows stronger. This is my rebellion, and I will not extinguish my sexual awakening with the lid of societal norms. I am an adult, unapologetically, fearlessly рџ”ћ. I am not just a piece of meat but a woman with a mind, heart, and soul who craves intimacy as much as intellectual growth; a feminist scholar in flesh and desires, at both ends of liberation and oppression. The fruit is ripe, my dear society, and this woman has a taste for liberation рџЌ†.
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Цифровое поколение или Современная молодёжь — это дети цифровой эры, которое выросло в эпоху технологий. Они общаются через экраны, и для них виртуальное пространство — это часть повседневной жизни. Их основные ценности это: Образование нового времени Образовательные тренды меняется вместе с молодёжью. Онлайн-курсы, гибридное обучение и самообразование стали новой реальностью. Молодёжь сегодня стремится учиться в своём ритме. Влияние культуры и трендов Музыка, мода, кино и мемы формируют идентичность молодёжи. Они вдохновляются медиа. Всё быстро меняется, и молодёжь живет в тренде. Ментальное здоровье В новую эпоху молодёжь всё чаще задумывается о внутреннем балансе. Они открыто говорят о терапии, эмоциях и выгорании. Это поколение учится не стыдиться уязвимости. А хорошие они или плохие. Умные или глупые - покажет лишь время.
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In my life as a tantric yoga instructor, I believe in balance, in the harmonious sync of body and soul - a blissful equilibrium often tipped by desire. One might find it strange that I, Anja, a 33-year-old woman from the heart of Germany, would end up teaching the ways of tantra in a city like New York, where the neon lights and lustful gazes easily rival any hot sex-sites. Yet, there's a kind of magic in unveiling the layers of sexual energy concealed beneath the facade of busy routines and performance pressures. As sinuous as the path may seem, the sensations, the spiritual intensity, they all add up to something akin to a rhythmic dance. A dance where I am the maestro, gently guiding my students to a profound understanding of pleasure and its relation to our innermost selves. There he was, in my class, his inquisitive eyes mirroring an unquenched thirst for knowledge. The way he traced my movements felt like a stolen glance, yet I inclined to view it as an act of pure admiration. The energy in the room fluctuated, and I felt a sudden rush of adrenaline. Was it the dynamic of the voyeuristic undertone that caused this emotional turmoil? Or perhaps it was the charged atmosphere that awakened something long dormant within us both. I could tell he was battling an internal storm, a conflict between resistance and surrender. He was on the brink of exploring a whole new universe of sensuality, and I, I was ready to be his guide, to aid him on this journey of deep, profound self-discovery. The tantalizing promise of what was to come filled the room, a silent foreplay of the mind, setting the stage for a dance of desire that was yet to unfold.
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Lost in the maze of Lyon's tight, cobblestone lanes, I yielded to the allure of her whispered promises - of adventure, of passion, of pleasure. Moi, with neither a man's guise nor a woman's allure, found myself fettered by the languid rhythm of the night, and an intense, irresistible pull towards uncharted corners of my identity, my desire, my being. Submission, I discovered, was not a surrender but a delirious embrace of the unknown - a conscious liaison between fear and pleasure, moulded together with the delicate flair of affection, trust, and genuine connection. It was in the cool embrace of those stone-walled lanes, under the dim, flickering glow of antiquated lamps that I met Adrienne - her eyes, a vivid chartreuse, brimming with mischief, curiosity, and a secret promise of shared adult links. Her lips curved delicately into a smile that reminded me of half-read poems and fledgling dawn. The first exchange wasn’t in hushed whispers, but a silent, electrifying handshake, the sparks traveling from our intertwined fingers up to the throbbing beats of our humming hearts. Inside her quaint loft, draped in soft sheets of amber light and a curious mix of antique and modern artworks, I basked in a sensation so visceral, so unfamiliar, yet strangely soothing. Vibrations of pulsating rhythm from a distant record player danced in the air, causing an exciting disruption in the otherwise tranquil ambiance. A unique sensory feast, it was like nothing I had ever experienced - the fusion of nerves, of anticipation, of a peculiar vulnerability, which was both daunting and intoxicating. Adrienne moved with a feline grace, her features softened by the flickering candlelight, her chartreuse eyes an inviting pool of unspoken passion. There was a certain intoxicating rhythm to her movements, an unchoreographed dance that beckoned me further into the labyrinth of sensations I was yet to discover. We floated through the night, our bodies entwining and unraveling, like an age-old symphony of sensual exploration. Each touch, every glance, every tight little squeeze of fingers laced together held the purest form of communication - constantly seeking, constantly giving. “Trust,” she whispered, as we embarked on our journey of seeking pleasure in submission. Her words, her touch, her actions, they all wove into the perfect fabric of erotic submission, under the caring watch of mutually consensual design. It was a strange dance - one of surrendering control and yet, feeling more connected, more grounded to my existence than ever before. Her whispers became a guiding light, leading me through the dark crevices of my inhibitions, breaking the barriers that kept my true desires under lock and key. As we underwent the metamorphosis of night to dawn, I understood the true essence of my submission. It wasn't about losing my agency or my identity, but instead about embracing a side of me that thrived on trust, connection, and the fascinating idea of giving in to pleasure. It was about finding strength in vulnerability, power in letting go. It was about adult links that connected two souls, two bodies, two beings in such a manner that they entwined, beautifully, in a shared space of pleasure. That night, under the velvety cloak of Lyon's mysterious allure, I discovered a part of me that was both beautiful and raw. I had stepped into realms that challenged my perceptions of sensuality, pleasure, even love. My journey with Adrienne was far from over, but I knew with certainty that I had stepped onto a path - a path that respected me for who I was, and celebrated my brazen curiosity and unbound desire. Life, with all its twists and turns, surprises and shocks, had finally gifted me the most authentic version of myself. And now, the journey would only be about embracing it, every moment, every breath, every heartbeat.
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There's a moment, a single, extended moment, where everything fades away - the world and all its noise, even my own insecurities - to nothing. It’s just in that perfect instant when the sultry jazz notes begin to curl into serpentine tendrils, winding themselves around both the audience and myself. The spotlight's warm embrace could fool you into believing you're alone on this stage, but oh, the thrill lies in the knowledge that countless eyes are watching with baited breath. You see, in my line of work, it's about slow build and intimacy, stoking the fire just enough to leave them yearning for more, but not quite. It's alluring, provocative, and some might even say, scandalous. But who's to judge? From my vantage point, swathed in a crimson corset and matching feather fan, it's the epitome of liberation, of defiance against the norm. I don't bother with what’s trending, I am not your run-of-the-mill performer, prancing about aimlessly in sparkling tights. I've danced many dances, donned a myriad of overlapping identities, and every time, I emerge like a new being from its chrysalis, radiant and unapologetically me. I've learnt to dance not just with my body, but with my soul, with each performance a deeply personal expression of who I am and where I've been. And isn’t that just the crux of it? I am not performing for the applause, not really. I'm doing this for that one person in the crowd who might catch a glimpse of who they truly are, who's been on the verge of acknowledging their myriads of identities, much like myself. Through my performances, I share not just my art, but my heart, my journey, my struggles. And perhaps, just perhaps, inspire them to defy the norms themselves. In this cathartic fusion of intimacy and chaos, my audience is my mirror - the reflection of a life lived outside the lines, a testament to my existence.
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Every night, under the hazy glow of the stage lights, my heart flutters with anticipation. The beads of my costume shimmer and dangle dangerously close to my bare skin, a promise of the flamboyantly erotic spectacle I'm about to deliver. I, Rei, a Brazilian burlesque performer of non-descript gender, am an artist of sensual expression, a maestro conducting an orchestra of desire, and submission my vibrant melody. Every gasp and sigh my audience makes, every appreciative glance they sneak, all fuel the crescendo of my performance. But the real thrill begins backstage; the anticipation is just as tantalizing as the act itself. The heavy velvet curtain serves as my armory; the props my tools, each carrying the scent of the countless performances that came before mine, a testament to the raw authenticity of the burlesque world. It's not your typical internet fantasy, hidden behind a 'no paywall' sign and amplified with artificial moans. No. It's raw, it's real, the epitome of intimate human contact. As I adorn each piece of my feathery ensemble, savoring the slow build of excitement, I grapple with the delicious emotional tension. The battle between dominance, the power to enthrall, and submission, the surrender to my audience's expectations and desires, adds a spark to my eyes, a sway to my hips. The world sees me as a seducer, an instigator of desire. But here, under the intimacy of the spotlight, I find myself to be the one seduced, entranced by the gaze of the spectators. The stage lights hit the sequins on my costume, setting me ablaze. I perform, I capitulate, I provoke. But amidst the raucous applause and catcalls, my heart echoes back a softer sound, a deeper resonance. The echo of submission, a melody that fades softly into the velvet-dark recesses of the stage. Temporary, fleeting like my performance, it leaves me with a strange kind of longing. The longing to surrender again, to bear my soul upon this stage, under that single beam of light. A longing that keeps me returning, every night, to this world of glitter, feathers, and untamed yearning.
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Цифровое поколение или Современная молодёжь — это поколение смартфонов, которое выросло в эпоху технологий. Они легко адаптируются к новому, и для них цифровой мир — это часть повседневной жизни. Их основные ценности это: Образование нового времени Образовательные тренды меняется вместе с молодёжью. Онлайн-курсы, гибридное обучение и самообразование стали естественным процессом. Молодёжь сегодня стремится учиться быстро. Влияние культуры и трендов Музыка, мода, кино и мемы формируют вкус молодёжи. Они следят за трендами. Всё быстро меняется, и молодёжь живет в тренде. Глобальное мышление Мир стал открытым, и молодёжь мыслит соответственно. Они работают удалённо. Их мышление — мультикультурное. А хорошие они или плохие. Умные или глупые - покажет лишь время.
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As Sunday noon kissed the sky for the first time, I found myself wrapped in the aromatic embrace of my novels. The age-weathered books, stacked high on my mahogany desk, were a testament to the intellectual adventures I delved into, searching for hidden gems of my own world. In the dimly lit room, each page unraveled a secret, laying bare thoughts which often danced with my own. Yet, today, my concentration wavered as my eyes kept darting towards the French doors of my study, drawn by something unusual – a hint of voyeuristic allure, a playful tease of sorts. There stood a young man, maybe in his late twenties, engrossed in performing a ballet. He was my new neighbor, oblivious to my curious eyes tracing his athletic physique. As a feminist scholar, I found it intriguing how I had subconsciously objectified him, a strange departure from my typical thoughts about equality, respect, and non-objectification. But there was an undeniable electricity in the air, a magnetic polarity that was pulling me in despite my resistance. It was a fascinating paradox, a spin of the academic wheel. The voyeuristic tint to the entire scenario intrigued me. Here I was, a scholar entrenched in feminism, yet somehow drawn to this man whose unawareness of his audience only made the scenario more enticing. His every move was a choreographed tease. The way his sweat-laden hair clung to his forehead, how his eyes sparkled with determination each time he perfected a pirouette, the evident strain of his muscles under the weight of his ambition. With every breath he took, an unspoken story was woven that mirrored a shared, human vulnerability. This graceful ballet dancer was his own hidden gem, his unique story carved into the lines of his muscles, and my witnessing it was strangely alluring. I reclined in my butter-soft leather chair, my fingers absentmindedly tracing the edges of the book in my hand. My mind absorbed in the enticing visual symphony unfurling in front of me. It was a tantalizing dance between respect, desire, and an ephemeral sense of control that oscillated between us, even though he was unaware of my existence. Time felt stalled, lazily sauntering in its mid-day haze, while the provocative ballet of the man outside continued. I realized my voyeuristic indulgence was teetering on the paradoxical line between power and submission, a dichotomy familiar to my feminist heart. I was powerful, the observer, but at his mercy, drawn into his world unintentionally. As the evening claimed the sky, my mind found itself knotted in a labyrinth of questions. Was my voyeuristic enchantment in contradiction to the feminism beliefs I champion? Or was this simply another dimension of femininity, the delicate blend of sensuality and curiosity that has always been part of womanhood's richness? Could it be a hidden gem in itself, a gateway to really understanding the true essence of my femininity? The darkness of the night finally claimed the unknown ballet dancer, his image fading into the moonlit shadows. I was left in the cocooned silence of my study, sandwiched between the pages of my books and the philosophical questions about my own humanity, femininity, and the boundaries of my feminist ethos. For a feminist academic like me, this was an unexpected erotic dance, a sensual ballet that unfolded the intricate layers of self-reflection, self-perception, and the understanding of the female psyche. The dance may have ended, but the echoes lingered, igniting a newfound fire within my intellectual heart.
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Цифровое поколение или Современная молодёжь — это цифровое поколение, которое выросло в эпоху технологий. Они постоянно в поиске новых приложений, и для них интернет — это часть повседневной жизни. Их основные ценности это: Образование нового времени Образовательные тренды меняется вместе с молодёжью. Онлайн-курсы, гибридное обучение и самообразование стали частью жизни. Молодёжь сегодня стремится учиться по интересам. Социальная активность Современная молодёжь всё чаще вовлекается в социальные проекты. Для них важно менять мир. Семья и отношения Представления о семье меняются. Молодёжь сегодня разрушает стереотипы о ролях. Главное — честность. А хорошие они или плохие. Умные или глупые - покажет лишь время.
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Цифровое поколение или Современная молодёжь — это дети цифровой эры, которое выросло в эпоху технологий. Они общаются через экраны, и для них цифровой мир — это часть повседневной жизни. Их основные ценности это: Поиск себя Молодые люди активно строят свой путь. Это поколение не ограничено стандартами. Важны не столько деньги, сколько ценности. Работа и карьера Работа для молодёжи — это не только карьерная лестница, но и миссия. Многие выбирают фриланс, стартапы или работу на себя. Офис уступает коворкингам. Глобальное мышление Мир стал глобальным, и молодёжь мыслит соответственно. Они путешествуют. Их мышление — гибридное. А хорошие они или плохие. Умные или глупые - покажет лишь время.
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Every night, the stage was my sacred space, a sphere of persistent tango between control and surrender, intimacy and detachment. As an aerial dancer, I pirouetted on streams of air, existing somewhere between ground and heaven. My performance was fluid, my body, a conduit of artistic expression, weaving a tale of love, passion and the dynamics of control. Bathed in vivid hues of scarlet and gold, the stage came alive. The music filling the room was like a curtain, unlocking my cocoon, its echo in sync with my heartbeat. "Open in 1 click," was our code. It signified the initiation of the sublime dance, the moment when the mundane world fell away, the spotlight becoming my personal universe. The audience, mere silhouettes against a sea of starry-eyed anticipation. The raven silk of my aerial rigging felt familiar against my hands. They told a million stories, traced a thousand paths like secret lovers whispering sweet nothings into their partner's ear. It was this steel thread that held me, bound me, and yet paradoxically, granted me the freedom to romp in the uncharted skies. I ascended gracefully, muscles contracting and releasing in a symphony of disciplined movements, while my senses were awash in a concoction of exertion, fear, and exhilaration. There was a tangible electricity in the air, crackling with anticipation. In the audience was Eduardo, my lover, his presence profoundly grounding amidst the chaos. His dark eyes locked onto mine were hypnotic, a serene pool of desire and admiration. Eduardo was my earth, my refuge. He anchored me, his love a tether that held me fast when I danced in the realms of the untamed skies. The dynamics between us mirrored the dance I performed - a spellbinding blend of dominion and surrender, a delicate dance of power and vulnerability. The culmination of the dance was within sight. Every move led to this climactic finale, a testament to the journey travelled. Hanging upside down, my heart pounded in my chest, dominating the room's rhythms. I saw Eduardo through the waterfall of my raven-black hair - his eyes simmering with love, his applause the sweetest melody. I descended, my toes touching the earth, yet my soul still waltzing in the heavens. The applause echoed through the room, the satisfaction immense. But, nothing compared to the raw, intimate connection Eduardo and I shared in that single breathless moment. My dance was not just a performance, it was an embodiment of our shared journey, an ode to the delicate balance of control and intimacy that is so often the dance of love.
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Within the velvet-draped walls of my dungeon, I am free. Here, amidst the soft leather lashings and polished steel, I am master - a conductor of the symphony of pain and pleasure. With every crack of my whip, I can feel the walls of my past, the walls of judgement evaporate, leaving me invincible, insurmountable. 🏠In the material world, I'm merely a man, one who grapples with life's banalities - stack of red-topped bills, disapproving gazes on the subway, a silent cacophony of judgement and unspoken rules. But in this secret realm, I am the emperor of freedom, a Korean Male Dominatrix, age 40, who teases and taunts, who commands and controls, who is revered and feared. Here, I am not at the mercy of societal norms or expectations, but they are at the mercy of me. Here, I am my true, unrestricted, unabashed self. The world would shirk and shudder at my profession, but the roguish grin that tugs at the corners of my lips gamely challenges their prudish misconceptions. Who are they to measure my morality or to define my dignity? Who are they to dictate my desires or deny me my delicious freedoms? 🈠In this world that shuns difference and punishes deviation, my clients and I, we find solace in our shared liberation, in our disdain for the mundane. I am their captor and their liberator, their tormentor and their saviour. Teasing, as with dominance, requires a deft touch, a mindful mastery of rhythm, timing, and sensitivity. You prod at their fantasies, whisper wicked temptations, and just when they're teetering on the edge of fulfilment - you pull them back, pointing out the precipice but denying them the fall. Teasing is a dance - a tango of tantalizing temptation, a seductive serenade of sensory suggestion. It's a smouldering glance across the room, a gradually unraveling bow, a carefully paced narrative that builds and bends. The best teasing is like the felling of a tree, each chip and chisel run smoothly and sensually until they're aching for the final, fulfilling crash. 🏠Under the warm, wax spill of the candlelight 🕯️, I see them get lost in the intoxication of surrender, drowning in the waves of anticipation and indulgence. The glow paints a tableau of their desires, casting long, begging shadows that yearn for my touch, my words, the cool bite of my whip. It's in these moments, these intimate interactions, that I feel the most alive, the most human. It's a rare, raw connection, a beautiful bond birthed in the fires of shared vulnerability and trust. 🥵 There are those who would look at my xxx linklist, the scroll of clients and encounters, and scorn at their explicitness, sneer at their salaciousness. They would recoil at the freedom, the audacity. But for me, every client, every interaction, is a proof of my liberation, of the relentless pursuit of my desires, my truth. Here in the scent-laden air of my dungeon, in the palpable pulse of shared desire, I see, I feel, I breathe - freedom. Here, I break the shackles of societal decorum and embrace the boundlessness of my own individuality. And in this all, I realise that freedom isn't just about being able to do as one pleases. No. Freedom, true freedom, is about courage – the courage to be oneself, to embrace one's desires, to defy the norm, to tease open the locked doors of convention and step beyond their thresholds. The binding, the spanking, the teasing - they are not just acts. They are my declaration of freedom, my affirmation of identity, my manifestation of power. In my dungeon, I am free. Here, I am more than a mere man - I am a Dominatrix.
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The day was slow, just like how I like my massages - unhurried, meticulous, a dance in a rhythm only I understood. I approach my work like an artist; each body is a blank canvas, and my hands hold the ability to paint with delight or distress. Massage isn't just my job; it's my art, my passion, and the evenings in the warmly lit room are my all-time favorites. I remember one particular evening when a nervous first-timer walked into my cozy little studio. He was timid, eyes darting everywhere but at me. I could see the unease in his stance, the way his hands clung onto his bag like a lifeline. It didn't really surprise me, the stigma around massage was something I've always found challenging to navigate. It's been my mission to create an environment where everyone, regardless of their backgrounds or personal stories, can feel comfortable, accepted, and safe. He didn't need to be embarrassed or scared here, not with me. I gently guided him into the room, explaining the process with a soft tone of reassurance. This was a dance I knew well, and I wanted him to feel the rhythm of trust, the sway of comfort. I wanted him to understand that this was as much about physical relief as it was about mental serenity. As the evening waned and the soft hum of music filled the room, his hesitations began to dissolve. The grip on his bag loosened, his shoulders relaxed, and to my satisfaction, he began to find his rhythm with mine. That night, I didn't just offer a massage; I offered a gateway to personal peace, a nurturing space where he could be open, feel, and simply breathe in synchronization with my touch.
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When the sun goes down and the soft glow of my private chamber takes over, I transform. I step into my boots; they're just an inch shy of touching my knees and their metal stiletto tips glint with the promise of power. I gaze at myself in the mirror, taking in the leather-clad sight. It's that moment, right there, when the uncertain lines of my daily persona start scrolling into a different story. The dominant, confident figure that emerges is what I like to call my fierce alter ego. My clients come to me seeking unique experiences, a release of control and a chance to submit, in the most vulnerable, raw sense of the word. For them, I am the gatekeeper to an intoxifying world of exploration and discovery. It is in these moments, while they're on their knees, when I find myself indifferent to the societal masks that we tend to wear in daylight hours. These moments of control, the ones that turn into heavier breaths of anticipation or softer whispers of submission, fill me with a distinctive brand of confidence. It's not the brash kind that fills up rooms or takes up unnecessary space. No, it dances on the edge of silent strength and power, guiding my every move and word with an unspoken understanding of the dynamics at play. As I reach the peak of my mid-fifties, I have learned to harness this confidence not only into my practice but to fuel my everyday life. I've come to realize that my identity, as a non-binary South African dominatrix, is not confined to the four walls of my chamber. It's a part of me, it's who I am – within and beyond the leather. So when the sun sets, and my chamber door shuts to the world outside, I am reminded of my own strength. I am reminded of how control and confidence are intertwined, always dancing their silent dance. It's when I step into my boots and see my reflection in the mirror; that's when the story begins to scroll.
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