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Somebody stop me.
Simply put, I spend countless hours masturbating when I could and should be working, sleeping, exercising, serving a woman, or being productive and useful. It would even be better for my self-esteem if I was spending countless hours writing lines, being punished by the pen and paper, rather than wanking.
Financially secure executive seeks a severe, strong and capable woman who will stop me, train me, control me, and extract every ounce of service from me, every day. I am smart, generous, educated and in need of a woman to take complete control of me, a woman not afraid of the sight of tears, a woman who would have me go cut a switch and break me down when I fail.
I am drawn to strong, capable women, and the concept of a male wife, in apron and heels, scrubbing the house while master relaxes.
On the positive side, I would be thrilled to spend an entire weekend scrubbing, mopping, polishing and cleaning your home, seeking neither thanks nor supervision, just inspection at the end and heartless correction for the most minor of deviations from your standards. If you would allow me to slave away for you in my very basic hotel housekeeping uni, I would appreciate it so I can truly understand what it is like for a day, to live as a low-income cleaning lady.
I am ready, internally, emotionally, spiritually -- to become obedient. But I worry that without a locked device of some sort and a merciless keyholder, I will once again take the easy way out, and revert to my old ways. I fritter away my free time on self-pleasure rather than more productive activities.
On the vanilla side, I love to ride horses, am a gourmet cook, love kids, and am an incurable romantic. But if the sight of a man in tears bothers you, we are not a great match. Because you will no doubt have many opportunities to take a hairbrush, strap or paddle and bring me to tears during my training period.
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