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allanjames
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Kimikioslave
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We are looking for a live-in, domesticsexual sub. Im a dominant male and shes a shy submissive. You must be okay with interracial couples and BBW. If you take issue with either of those things, then please stop reading now. If you are a gamer andor a nerd thats a plus, as we would like someone that can hold their own in conversations and be a part of our family. We are looking for a real person, so scammers be warned. If we have solid reasons to believe you are fake or just after money, we will block and report you. WE ARE NOT LOOKING FOR SINGLE MALES. The following is a list of things to take into consideration regarding this arrangement.
1) First and foremost, she and I are a packaged deal. She is my wife and therefore will be top sub. If you are not okay with her, or listening to her and taking directions from her, then this is not for you.
2) Before you move in, a list of rules will be discussed and agreed upon by all parties involved. Just because my wife is a submissive does not mean she will not be part of the decision making process. Therefore, you must be willing to deal with her the same as you would with me.
3) Understand that even though I am the dominate in this arrangement and will have the final say on decisions, if I am not available and she makes a decision, it carries the same weight as if I made it.
4) If any issues should arise, they must be brought to me as promptly as possible. Secrets will not be tolerated. We will be open and honest with you and expect the same in return.
5) I may be considered a DaddyDom, but I am also a bit of a sadist. If you can not tolerate pain, then this is probably not a good fit for you.
6) If you are seriously interested in pursuing a relationship with us, you must be able to live video verify through Kik, Hangouts, Skype, or Discord. This is a deal breaker for us if you are unable to comply. We have encountered too many scammers and fakes to waiver on this.
If you have any questions, want more details, or think this may be something you are interested in, please contact us. I will do my best to reply to emails in a timely manner, even if it is just to tell you no thank you. Below are our types (refer to attached flash cards in the pictures for definitions) and the results from both of our BDSM tests from BDSMtest.org.
I am a ProtocolBehavior Mod Dom.These are my BDSM test results. Results frombdsmtest.org99 Dominant94 Rigger92 Primal (Hunter)90 Owner89 Brat Tamer89 MasterMistress86 DaddyMommy82 Voyeur77 Experimentalist77 Degrader75 Exhibitionist60 Non-monogamist57 Vanilla54 Sadist46 Ageplayer17 Masochist11 Switch9 Rope Bunny6 GirlBoy4 Pet3 Submissive3 Primal (Prey)2 Degradee2 Brat2 Slave
She is a PsychologicalService sub.These are her BDSM test results. Results from bdsmtest.org 100 Submissive100 Brat100 Rope Bunny89 Masochist75 Pet73 Primal63 BoyGirl63 Degradee62 Voyeur58 Exhibitionist58 Non-monogamist58 Slave43 Vanilla42 DaddyMommy25 Experimentalist4 PrimalHunter1 Dominant1 Rigger1 Switch1 Ageplay0 Degrader0 Owner0 MasterMistress0 Sadist
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So it had been two months from when I dropped off the young man at my friends. Yes I know I had taken my sweet time but the devil was in the details. I had just worked out her schedule as I was sitting outside her apartment. Monday) 8am to 10 am light two mile jog. 10:30 to 11:30 showeshower hair nails. 12pm to 16pm(4:00 pm) meet with clients for what I could tell was a smoothly ran architectual firm. So why the pay pigs as she called them she obviously didn't need them. 16:30pm to 18:00 (6:00pm) home glass of wine as she prepares to talk to her pay pigs. 18:40 to 20:34 (8:34 pm) talk with Financial Subs. 21:00 (9pm) to 22:37 sometimes 23:00 (10:37pm to 11pm) work out mostly yoga and light weights.(will write more just been over working.) |
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So of my 10 years being a Dom, let's go over the biggest crock of horseshit that I've ever seen: a financial Dom. This is a bullshit word that doesn't exist. You are either a Dom or a dommie which is the female equivalent of a dom. You my dear are nothing more than a glorified prostitute that has figured another way to get men's money. The BDSM lifestyle as a whole was never about money. It is about the exchange of power and trust. For you to overlook this makes you a parasite in my eyes which is even sadder than a roach. You do not adhere to the tenets of BDSM: safe, sane, and consensual. All you care about is money which is sad. In fact you couldn't even tell me the difference between you and a regular woman of your gender, except that you've read Fifty Shades of Grey, and think this is fucking acceptable. You my dear are making a fucking mockery of the lifestyle. Just stop. Any dom or dommie would be sickened by you. Stop masquerading as what you're not. And stick to the truth. You're just another lazy woman with a money angle who wants fucking attention, and can't get Mommy and Daddy to take care of them anymore. |
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From the sway of her hip so I could tell she was going to ask me to stay but I had other things to kill my time with tonight. "How nice to see you sweety. I thought you might want a new training sub. Said hello and bow Tod." I told him hoping to catch her lusty get off me to something more pleasurable. For the most part Tod did as asked and lowered his head as he spoke to mistress Claire. " Good evening ma'am I be trained in the proper ways of began a submissive." Claire for her part acknowledge the boy in a cordial smile but close the gap between me and her as her fingers lightly touch the shirt on my chest inails circling the buttons. " Are you dropping a lost puppy at my door step in hopes that I'll change my mind on you heartbreaker. Surely you have time for tea." She left that last sentence hanging there so heavily coated in her intentions it was clear to Tod that me taking tea might be a bad idea. I smiled as I back up only slightly and smiled. "Perhaps another night my dear. Tod listen to her well and see will teach you everything." I got back into my car and started for her place in truth I didn't need the address that Tod had given. Tod watched my tail lights fading down the block before Claire spoke." Shame." Was all she said Tod asked "Permission to speak mistress?" She nodded" Why do you say shame?." She took a long sigh." In this world there are several types of dom/dommies there are those that get into because of something they read or it's the hip new thing to try. Those popcorn ones are a dime a dozen. There are those that neglect to realize that the true power of a bdsm relationship is not in the doms/dommies hands but in the submissive. It's often their bodies which gives us pleasure. And in most cases we have to best judge your limits on what you can and can't take and if your comfortable then push pass them. Is a relationship built on trust if you don't have it then it doesn't work. There are those out there that free this should be paid for as if you would a car. Sad but they miss the freedom and the trust that is never given by one that doesnt feels like and object. It's hollow same with Financial Dom they don't really care about the person all they care about is the money and what you can buy them. Again only interested in objects. Then there a real doms/dommies the ones you would never suspect of actually being them because they would never openly tell you you will never know because that's part of them they don't show you. It could be your teachers your counselors your nurses or even your cops. But you never know. Those are the ones who realize it's more than lifestyle it's who they are. And to them these children with pointed sticks are just that. But him it bugs deeply when he see them rip apart a family for their childish needs. So he finds and teaches the difference. Most will say he's paid but he would just cause. But we talking we have contract to sign and limits to go over". "Yes mistress." Was all he had to say as they walks back to her house. |
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1-2-3 on the right ass cheek, 1-2-3 on the left ass cheek , 1-2-3 the over his whole ass it was ten sets on each. I left his boxers on to leave him with some measure of dignity left as I walked around him to table. Setting down the last of the wooden paddles I picked up the metal one as I remove the ball gag. "Thank you sir" he said horsely. I reached over for a glass of water and poured him some and brought it to his lips for him to drink. "You see the difference between a financial Dom and a real one is this they don't care about their pets just their money. They are no different then children in that aspect asking for a new toy. And there are those whom only wish is to serve getting roped in by these people." I said as I placed the glass down. "A real dom/domme cared for their pet, subs, slaves etc as if there where family cause they are. A real dom/domme know their pets limits which is why I stopped and give you water. So I'm going ask once more where does she live?" He looked up at me "Fine I will tell you everything." He said in a sighed after what he just felt it wasn't a betrayal as he knew the difference. I set the paddle down I knew that looking in his eyes. " Linda that's the name of the domme I'm handing you over to she's good people and she's treat you right". The man in the chains looked at him and smiles. "But first we have to pull your jeans up and that's going to hurt." Pulls up his jeans as the young man wences in pain undoing the chains the held him in place." 23 north Hampton avenue is her address I'm Tod by the way sir." Tod said. Shaking his hand I told him my name as we walked back out to my car got in. We drove to a nice looking house on North Gate drive. As we got out before we even got out good. " Well it's been a while sweet heartbreaker." |
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He watches the others runaway leaving the one gapping for air at his feet. Walking over to his car and pulled out a set of bondage cuffs he places them on the young man hands and walked him over to the truck and thew him in. He close the trunk as if nothing out of the Ordinary had happened. He started up his car diving home he could gear the yelling of a man coming to as he turned out the heavy metal in the car. Oddly enough that bass came straight through the trunk. He pulled off in to 6 he back of his house turned the music down and waited as he got out walked calmly to tend to his guest. Opening the trunk he looked at the poor man and said. " You know where I can find her. Tell me and I'll let you go don't and I will show you pain like you have never felt." It was as if he knew what the man would do. As he move his head to the left as spit whizzed past his face. Picking the young man up after careful placing a burlap sack over the young man's head he walked him into his woodshed it was roomy and sound proofed so no one else could hear them as he chains the boys hands the feet but not before knocking the wind out of him again. He chained his feet as the boy catches his breath. Removing the sack from the boys head as he give time for his eyes to adjust to the dim glowing light. There where toys of his trade whips, riding crops, a few paddles of different wood types he could make out and on with holes. There where also metallic one's there to one studded the others following the pattern of their wooden Counterparts. He picked up a wooden paddle and placed it under the young man's chin." Now tell me where to find her your. Or you will be my warm up." He told the boy calmly. And for the first time in his life the boy then knew the difference between this man and the Financial Domme he served. |
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He sat the end of the bar he had watch her running through countless men and their check books. She claimed to be some kind of financial Domme. The thought of such a thing made her seem all the weaker in his eyes.To him it sounded like find you a dummy. The ice clicked together in his glass of whiskey that he was nursing. She walked by him and drop something as she bumped into Him. She looked at him the way that most Plastics do as he picked up his whiskey. " Aren't you going to pick that up for me?". She asked in a voice that Reek of affluenza And entitlement. "Why your arms stop working". He looked back at her as any adult would look at their child when they stood up to them. She scoffed at him as she picked up her things. "Good bitch." He said it loud enough for her and her toys to hear it as he looked each one of them over daring them to make a move. They didn't notice the tracking He let loose from his hand Into a bag that was knocked on the floor of hers. He would wait until she was home. I had been asked by the wife of one of his friends to take her down a peg and after meeting her he was going to knock her down some flights. He watched them leave she was five foot nine d size tit and long blonde hair she had a small as that he would train her to use later but for now he had to go home and get his work shop ready for its newest guest. He had sound proofed it year's ago so he could have some peaceful nights from the one that screamed. He had done this ten time up till now with each on going to serve others afterwards. It took the better part of a year to do it with the most of the money making up for his home business if it ran slowly. He stood up he was five foot ten inches and Medium build black male. His hair was salt and pepper. He paid for his drink and walked out the bar into the night air his hand firmly around the collapsed Billy club I'm his coat pocket. If life taught him anything its assholes always wait and so do bar tenders. The first guy rushed him as his legs where taken out from under him the collapse Billy club finding it's mark in the dude's chest." My name is Deshun and before anyone else ends up hurt you might want to think about how easy he gone down". They others backed off as he saw a car leaving. The bitch was next. |
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So I've been thinking about writing a story. A very dark bdsm story. I'll put up when I a title. |
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I didn't know that they have a limit on emails. Can answer on Gmail till this clears up. |
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| Age: 24 |
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California |
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