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| Intelligent and intense professional used to providing loving care, and capable of strict punishment and use of those deserving. Keen sense of humor and preference for intellectual conversation, and long experience of owning, confining, keeping in bondage and ritually humiliating My women of choice.
I am looking for preferably regular encounters with likeminded women. Must be able to hold a conversation, and must know themselves well enough to be ready for further exploration of their desires.
A few ruminations on what I have lived by until today, and what I seek.
The bitch signals she is in heat by scent, by lowering her head, and by raising her tail turning her unprotected sex towards her male. For her, in that moment, nothing else exists than the knowledge that she be mounted, repeatedly, stretched by his knot, drenched with his semen.
You are My bitch in heat. Upon entering My door, you undress immediately. For the next twelve hours, you wear only My collar and the glowing signs of My corrections on your glowing skin. Sniffing the familiar scent of My warm hands, you drop to your knees. Pure, undiluted instinct takes over, arousement crowds out what remains of thoughts and concerns of the world outside. You utter only sounds and whimpers. The next hours are without words. Lowering your head to the floor, you signal with your open sex that you are ready for Me. The thoughts you have entertained since our last encounter now fill you up completely, making your sex throb, sending out pulses of your scent, making Me know that you are My bitch, that you will always be nothing more. In your head is only the thought of being mounted, of living the next hours in a haze of wordless use, training, and fulfillment. I step closer, the leash in My hand.
Before mounting their female, some male predators will break her spine. She submits willingly to this extreme act of dominance, and for hours, she is brutally penetrated by one or several males. Upon completion of the act, the males leaves her there, helpless and unable to move.
I am your predator. Clicking the steel shackles around your wrists and ankles, I ritualistically break and immobilize your body. The gasp you utter upon feeling the cold steel makes Me smile in anticipation. We are both eager for the sound of your moans, in rhythm of the crack of the whip. You are eager to disappear into a world of being bound, broken, punished, opened, fully owned. You know that for the next hours, there are no thoughts, no concerns, no distractions. Only a sea of feelings and emotions. At the same time endless and timeless. The feeling of cold steel bondage, overwhelming pain, and white lights of pleasure flashing as you near a row of ever-intensifying climaxes. There is nothing else, nothing beyond the two of us, forever playing out the breaking of your will and the deep, repeated penetration and use of your sex. Your pulse soars, seeing the ball gag in My hand.
In the criminal underworld, women derive pleasure and privilege from whoring themselves fully and wholly to the dominant males. Living a life of extreme exhibition and sexual use, the whore dresses and makes herself up like few women would dare to dream of.
You are My beautiful and stylish whore. With Me, the very process of grooming your body and dressing it up arouses you. I make you relish the sexual power your unleash by dressing as My slutty, expensive whore. You know that the careful choice of a pair of black high heels, or a pair of long latex boots, will decide the intensity with which I will fuck you up against the wall in a bar. You realize that a careful choice of lipstick and style of your hair will pay off in a long, intense deepthroat fuck in the car as we speed through the evening. You know that a lace top revealing your cleavage under your leather jacket will result in me whispering intense, dirty, demeaning, and infinitely arousing names and words in your ear, as my fingers rip your stockings open and penetrate you under a restaurant table. And you learn that the sight of you, dancing before me in a club, moving your body in ways that leave little to imagination, signaling your desire with your eyes that are intensely locked into Mine, will earn you hours of hard use on the kitchen table, on the floors, in the bath. As you shave and shower before our date, the thought of My cock being slapped across your face, smearing your lipstick, rammed deep into your eager whore cunt and your cheap, gaping asshole in turn, makes you throb in anticipation. While your fingers circle My property, your slutty little clit, you think of having all your holes drenched in cum, you think of being videotaped while sucking My cock dry, you think of riding my hardness while ramming a huge dildo up your ass, moaning obscenities, making Me thrust Myself deeper and deeper into you. You are there in your shower, masturbating like My cheap, slutty whore, when the first SMS ticks in. You open it and your clit throbs harder as you read My words.
In some cultures, it is not only accepted, but also expected that men of status and experience initiate and train their nieces or even daughters into adulthood. Uninhibited by contemporary Western prejudice, these girls learn to love and serve from before coming of age, and their sexuality is forever intertwined with a deep love and desire for their uncles and fathers.
You are My baby girl, to adore, train, own, and open up gradually to a life of sexual gratification. There will be only Me, only Daddy. Daddy will dress you, feed you, and He will make sure you develop into an eager and willing girl, happy only when sucking Daddy or feeling His rough hands on you and His fingers inside you. Your training and life will entail long lessons with strict discipline but also loving reward. Your life will encompass nightly use, your tiny body being taken advantage of in so many ways there are not even words for. We will never be separated. Daddy will always be in your mind, even when you are alone, and you will think of Him when your hands cannot stay away from your tiny, but increasingly eager sex. As you masturbate eagerly, Daddy will see. Daddy will know. You cry for Daddy as you climax. Why is He not here right now? Why does it feel so good when Daddy slaps you? Why do you get wet between your thighs when Daddy shoves His hardness into your eager little mouth? Is there something wrong with you? Is it normal wanting to feel Daddy inside every single waken moment? Daddy, please tell me, please teach me, please explain. Please own me.
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