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| Hello, I am Kevin Seven, but you can call me master Kevin. I am looking for a female slave who will be mine faithfully and forever. She mustn't mind my kinks and be ready to serve me as my right hand woman. I also have a karate fetish. women who do karate turns me on especially if they are my pet. Currently I am helping out my Mother who is very depressed without me by her side since my grandmother passed away. My mother doesn't bother me, I don't bother her. We are like room mates more than anything. Also I have a mental illness but it's under control with the medication I take, so don't think for a second that I am a psychopath, hell no. I am a functional master. Besides, giving orders, I would like to treat my slave to some bowling, fishing, kissing, and maybe even start a family with her. These are things I will not do to my slave: Fisting, anal, pouring hot wax on them (that hurts). Things I will do to my slave, Tickle them, Spank them, massage them, and last but not least, tell them how much a good slave because they are. Now the deal breaker: I said before I have a karate fetish, you don't need to be a martial arts expert to be with me, hell I never took a class in my life so I don't expect you too either. I just love when you wear the uniform and talk dirty to me about karate. That is all I ask of my slave. You must be able to relocate as well because I need you. If you are truly a human and not a scam then I will pay your way to visit and move in with me and fam. just no planes. I don't like planes since 9/11. I want my slave to come to me in one piece. Turn offs: Telling me you have an inheritance and need me to help you get it. Showing me pictures of yourself from another website. Now you probably are asking why I am sharing this information with you. Well it's because not too long ago I met a scammer, knew what to look for, and dropped them like a hot potato. I am so sorry if I put myself out there, but I can not help it. I am an open book.
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I have been in a lot of relationships in the past and I thought to myself "Hey this doesn't work". I still felt alone. I felt uninspired, like my mind was locked inside a cage and only true love was the key. I am not a player. Players get played. People say I can not have a slave or even a girlfriend because I live with my mother and her boyfriend. They don't even let me state my case. You see my grandmother lived with me and I couldn't take care of her by myself any longer. I would do anything in the world for her. When I was in 8th grade, I remember I dropped out of school to do a very noble thing. Take care of her. Anyway I moved her in with my mother and that time her crazy husband. When my grandmother died it took a toll on me. My mother wanted to be close to me because we were family and I was taught that family had your back, no matter what. My Mother's crazy husband left and she met another man. Thank god because my mother's husband was a dog. A dictator actually. I wanted my mother to be happy so now she is with her new boyfriend. Now she wants me to be happy. I told her about my BDSM lifestyle and she just told me "Hey whatever floats your boat, do it"! We are pretty much like room mates. We don't bother each other at all. Now I am here on this site looking for my slave, my pet, my right hand lady. So where is she? Is it you I seek? Will you be my submissive partner in crime? Well I hope so. We live in a world that is based on looks, money, and insecurity. I don't base my love on that. I don't care how my slave looks, how much money she has in the bank or if she's living with family. I find living with family to be a such a noble thing if you have family. If not then that's okay as long as it is a good reason. I wouldn't mind marrying my slave if she and I feel like it's needed. Just as long as we make each other happy. Okay then. Just no children. I feel that this generation is too horrific to raise a child properly. Well with that being said, I want that feeling of being alone to go away. I hope you'll understand my thinking and not be so judgmental about it. |
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Oh where has my little slave gone.... Oh where, oh where can she be.... I looked in many places, but I see no traces, oh where oh where can she be. |
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