Please...no.

I love when people lecture about the idea of safe, sane and consensual.

Safe and Consensual...cool. But no kidding, I'm looking for a woman (or couple) to do awful things to me. Intentionally. 

Does a sane person want to be paraded around naked in front of a room of strangers...and the ejaculate on command? Does a sane person get a hard cock from the thought of dread at being dressed as a slut...just to make the other person laugh. Does a sane person want to be locked in humiliating attire, only to perform more humiliating tasks to be released from it?

I'll be safe.

I'll be consensual-ish.

But sane? 

That ship sailed long ago.

FIRST DATE

We meet in a public place. I give you my cell phone and car keys for insurance and assurance. Then in public, I subtly cuff my hands in front of me. You have the key. 

Still no words are spoken and I follow you. At this point trust in you, and fear of what could cum, are absolute. 

We arrive in a more private place. Not out of the public, just out of the way. Still no words are spoken.

You say only "strip."

I do. You briefly unlock my hands and cuff them behind me.

You point to he ground. I drop to my knees.

My cocks is a straining mess.

You move forward, put your legs together and nod.

I guess, hopeful and dreading what I've got myself into.

I'm humping your boots for all I'm worth. My moans are desire and dread rolled into one.

It does not take long and I explode in a flash of ecstasy and shame. You point to the mess and I know I am to lick and make it all gone before you'll uncuff my hands.

It. Is. Awful.

I'm not sure but I swear I saw a cellphone capturing the scene as it unfolded. I choose to ignore the thought. When I'm done you uncuff me and hand me the my phone and car keys. and We go our separate ways without a word being spoken. It's up to you if I've earned a follow up email from you.

Was just asked by someone what the "slutty attire" was describe in my previous entry. Which seemed like an entirely fair question. So here's the 411:

You said, "I’m not all that motivated, but I’m feeling sadistic and want to make you suffer for me. Go dress yourself up slutty, something I will think is hot, and then bring my cock to me. And the crop. I want to sit here and watch TV while you practice sucking my dick. If I feel like you’re not giving it your all, I’ll use the crop to motivate you. If you do a good job, I’ll let you hump my stripper boots on the floor till you cum, and then lick up your mess. If you do a bad job, I’ll make you hump the floor and lick that off.

After I clean up my mess, you say “Not done yet boy. Go cuff yourself to the bed and reflect on the taste in your mouth while you’re dressed like that. I’ll come unlock you when I feel like it”

Maybe looking for a couple to serve (which does not preclude the one-on-one scenario either). Just suddenly seems really effing hot.

Since I don't want to be walking down the street during work hours and have a Master or Mistress I've served come up and start chatting with me about the time I masturbated on their feet and then licked it up in front of a room full of their friends...I've decided that the "target rich environment" are the states surrounding MD. That means central to south east PA, DEL, south NJ, Northern VA, WV, and DC. Basically within a 90 minute or so drive from Columbia MD. 

Man that drive to meet is and submit is such a headtrip. It's just a marathon of WHY amd I doing this to myself SHAME, DREAD at what the next 48 hours could hold...and HOT, BLINDING AROUSAL.

Of course I am selective and will provide proof of disease free status.

I hate what you make me do.

Now more than anything, I'm looking for a woman who likes to give orders. I know... that sounds so blase... but if you're one who likes power, and the tingle that comes with giving an order...no matter how "awful"...and then seeing the human do it...well, let's talk. Or at the least... order me to worship your heels and see if you don't get turned on.

How would we get to know each other? Let's transcend the traditional.

We meet in a public place. I give you my cell phone for control/insurance, and then I subtly cuff my hands in front of me. You have the key.

We reconvene in a more private place. Still no words are spoken. You tell me to strip. Cuff my hands behind me and point tot he ground. I drop to my knees. You walk up to me, put your legs together and nod. I'm humping your boots for all I'm worth. I explode in a flash of ecstasy and shame. You point to the mess and I know I am to lick and make it all gone before you'll uncuff my hands. We go our separate ways without a word being spoken. It's up to you if I've earned a follow up email from you.

Long-Distance Sadistic Bitch

Sure, she'd had me cumming in an ice cube tray and then sticking that back in the freezer for a few months. There were six rather large, intimidating and let's face it, disgusting cubes there. But this had been going on long enough that the threat had dissipated. So when the sadistic woman I had a loose, ongoing relationship went out of town for a week, I never anticipated a session this..., well, like this. Though I should have known something was up when she had me freeze a handcuff key, with a string attached to it, in a medium sized cup of water.

I logged into my porn email account to find an email from her. It read:

I want you in front of your computer today slut. Today at four. You will turn on messenger and join the room I invite you to. I also want you to have the following items. Handcuffs. Your heels. Electrical tape. Your ball gag. Your but plug. Your 6 inch dildo. Two pair of your pantyhose. Your slut red lipstick. Your lip gloss. Your ring gag. Scissors. The frozen handcuff key. Oh, and the ice cube tray.

Suffice it to say, the rest of the day was spent in a hazy, shaking state of dread. If my cock weren't so goddamn hard anticipating the debasement that she would soon deliver, I'd have tossed my computer out the window. But no. Because something in my brain is wired how it is... I was looking forward to this event that I had no desire to go through.

When I found her in chat later that day, I had collected everything she commanded. My cock was screaming and my senses were jagged. I was already helpless and floating in my own head. It's likely she could have told me to plunge a knife into my own throat at that moment and I would have. But that would be far too easy a way out for me... and she's not one to give a quarter when there's erotic amusement on the agenda.

I clicked on my cam... HD mode, and invited her. There was no reciprocation, and so I knew I wouldn't be seeing anything of her.

Do you have what I requested?

Yes Ma'am.

Are you expected anywhere tonight?

No Ma'am.

Is your back door unlocked?

Um, yes Ma'am. (This question both confused and terrified me)

The commands started coming quickly, I think so she left me no time to consider my stupidity.

Strip naked

Put pantyhose on

Put on heels

Use electrical tape to secure them on your feet.

Click yes to join this chat room

Click public on your cam setting

I should say that although the next command came quickly, I did see that the room had at least 20 people waiting. What's worse, what's infinitely worse, is that I saw a name that looked like CharmCityVixen, meaning these were people where I lived. Oh god, oh god, oh god, this was quickly getting out of control.

Lipstick on

Cover it in gloss

Cut the leg off one of the pantyhose

Put the ring gag in your mouth

Pop two of the cum cubes in your mouth

Put your ball gag in

Shove one of the cubes up your ass

Insert your butt plug

Drop the remainder of the cubes in the pantyhose leg

Now pull the hose over your head

Use the tape to secure your legs to your chair

Now click the handcuffs around your wrists... behind your back.

The cum in mouth had already started melting. The cubes felt huge. Cum also started dripping down my forehead. Soon I knew it would be a small stream. The only thing that made it remotely tolerable was that my cock was so hard, was that I was so aroused, that I could tolerate the humiliation... even in front of a room full of people from my local Baltimore, which is why she told me to start humping my pantyhose till I came.

As a white lightning orgasm ripped through me, things went from worse to worst as I saw her type my address into the chat room that was watching my debasement. Followed by numerous postings of "see you soon!"

I guess all these (below) are like a greatest hits. The best of male humiliation and degredation ever written. You know, at least by me. Anyhow if you get into use... each day you aren't using me is... you know, your loss.

Sleeper Cell

So we played online. I did everything she asked. I prostrated myself... including eating my own cum on cam for her. She said she had friends there. I was horrified, but preformed as asked. And then... after an email that said, "I'll call on you at some point"...she disappeared.

And I went a full 12 months before I got the email. Full of pictures of me... doing shit that was so humiliating it was hard to look at. At the bottom of the email, it said, "You are my sleeper cell, and you have been activated. You will unlock your door, get your blindfold and gag, use them... oh, and cuff yourself. I know where you live and people will be over in 6 minutes. Obey or these pictures will be all over your neighborhood..."

I had no choice.... and then I heard the door open...