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So lets start with the backstory.
" you don't seem to understand professor, I want a woman"
"Yes, yes, I do too. The XT-1000 is just like a woman, but without all those inconvenient parts!" His lab coat shed crumbs of the croissants he had been eating. Four Starbucks paper cups scattered to the floor in the wake of his excited gestures. The red-headed android moved quickly to pick them off the floor. As programmed her breasts, size triple G cups, flopped out of her nurse uniform as they were designed to accidentally intentionally flop. She stood and dropped the cups again and squealed, "OH my. My breasts popped out!" She stuffed them back into her uniform and they escaped again, somehow.
"Professor could you help?" He blushed lightly as he kindly stuffer her uniform again.
"That's not what I'm looking for." I said.
"Of course it is!"
The professor insisted. His stone basement lair came to life as he threw a knife-switch illuminating the long cavern of XT-1000s in a row. "Think vat you could do with them!" The professor waved his hand playfully at the division of XT-1000s and they all coquettishly waved a multi finger wave back only to be interrupted by their breasts falling out of their outfits.
"Professor. I know you mean well," I said, trying to get some exit point from this conversation.
"I do not." he said bluntly. "I am going to make billions!"
"I'm sure you are," I said. "But not from me."
"You haven't seen them do kitchen work. It's amazing." His demo bot rushed over to his laboratory and started cleaning counter tops. Bunsen burners and flasks suddenly clean and glistening. "And now to sharpen your knives."
The XT-1000 drew a knife from the kitchen block and looked at it blankly. Then at the professor. Then at the knife. "Vat are you doing XT-1000?"
She raised the knife overhead threateningly and her breasts popped out of her uniform. She ignored them and ran in homicidal pursuit after the professor. He screamed and ran. The division of XT-1000s also drew knives and the professor was suddenly surrounded. I escaped the castle and saw a line of the XT-1000s file out of the gate giggling and filtering into the world.
So now you know everything. And you know what I have had enough of. I am a dominant male with kinky sexual desires not afraid to try new things at least once.
Be prepared to grow - yes you need to grow. But be prepared to watch me grow too. If you have a car and a job that's great! If you are the right person and willing to relocate we will talk. I am working on many projects and go fast. You have to keep up or be good at catching up. It will not be boring and we will have fun.
don't do cyber
athletic preferred
Previous experience preferred - be willing to learn.
"My last master did this and I like..." stop there
Brunettes please walk to the front of the line.
I?m seeking ? a woman, 24-32, height-weight proportionate but on the slender side, who is able to keep up with me intellectually and physically, and willing to make an emotional commitment to a relationship full of honesty, fun, and shared sincere exploration of kink. Sense of humor, sense of fun, and enjoyment of life ? well, those go almost without saying. Honesty a must. So is having yourself together, or at least making a valid attempt to do so.
I am ? A vigorous, intellectually complex and life-loving man of 29 who is a lithe 6?3? and 160 pounds. My many-angled world-view is lightened by a wildly wacky sense of humor and a commitment to honest and open dialog ? no, really, I?m not just saying that.
Alright, if you don't believe that then you caught me. I'm actually a three foot tall, four hundred fifty pound bald midget with a two foot cock, who always lies. In fact I'm lying right now. I am looking for a very specific type of person and I am tailoring my peacock feathers accordingly.
I?m precise, really good with my hands, brilliant at mechanical work and realizing the ideas of others. Also an artist (photographer) I have an eye for detail when really applied can drive others to frustration and madness. I talk and think fast. I stay fit by SCUBA diving, golfing, swimming, volleyball, and forced death marches across the most inhospitable land the planet has to offer.
I currently work two jobs. One pays the bills the other is managing production for a corset company. If your really clever you can put together which one that is. Tell me and your application gets bumped to the top of the pile. One guess per person, void where prohibited, contest has no monetary value.
I value the people I call friends in my life. I rely on them to help me stay sane. A few of them have helped me write this profile. Why? Because they have an outside look and an understanding of the complex person I am and can explain this better than I can. If your really clever you can tell me how many people not including myself wrote parts of my profile.
I?m into administering deep, tight and complex bondage, role playing that goes from the delicacy of daily interaction to the wildest fantasies. I?m capable of both implacable authority and great tenderness. Once I accept and bestow trust, I don?t violate it. I am committed and focused when the situation calls for it even if my dark sense of humor makes it appear that I am not engaged.
I travel all over the country for work and pleasure taking the time to network with people who can teach me the kink and life skills needed to have a fulfilling relationship that can withstand the trials of real life and the kink lifestyle. I have known about the kink lifestyle since I was fourteen when I found some magazines that had been tossed in the trash. Since then I have taken every opportunity I can get to learn and discover. Of my relationships only one could be considered vanilla and even then we dabbled in some mild bondage and role-play. Ironically that relationship lasted the longest, eight years. Of course I was young and naive.
Message me if you feel so inclined.
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