lashstryker

About lashstryker

Bend over and take six of the best, the quality of your womanhood to test. Then meditate in the corner with pen and paper, while hot wax drips from the Pain God's taper. Scribble your prayer and utter it each time that the owner of your soul strikes slave flesh as you rhyme. As the sessions go by and the prayers pile up, your soul will be transformed into a golden cup, filled with the Owner's will. Become an owned woman! Live life as an extension of the Man who owns you.

A man who lives only for himself lives for nothing.

Relationships, loyalty, protection of those who depend on me, and owning a woman who needs what I have to give are things that are important to me.

I require the same space between the woman in my life and myself as that which exists between an officer and an enlisted person in the military.

In other words, your social relationship to me would not be as a girlfriend, but as a service slave, a pain slave, an objectified "it to be used" who lives life only as an extension of a fair but cruel and demanding owner.

I started buying my leather gear and "tools" back in the 1970's, so I have a nice inventory of what I need to train you, keep you in line, and make you suffer for my sadist pleasure. There is a steel collar with a ten foot heavy chain waiting for you if you are woman enough to wear them.

Other than that I like good humor. I like to smile and I like to make the people around me smile.

Be a std free female slave candidate. Serious seekers of soulful servitude given preference. Mere sensation seekers considered on a case by case  basis.

Straight as an arrow and healthy as an ox, I avoid anyone who smells of the pox. If you require discretion then you have something to hide. Since I have nothing to hide I do not require discretion. If you are a normal woman looking for a normal man you will not like me very much, since I am a libertine, a male dominant and sadist (not merely sadistic) sexual deviant, a free thinker, and an atheist. If you have a husband hidden in the closet, get in there with him and leave me alone. Normal women bore me to tears. Please be an actual sexual deviant. If you are a psycho bitch or unspeakably filthy in you perverseness, I don't mind. That's what chains, cages, and wet mops are for. If you are sane, then we have something in common. If you are just plain crazy that's OK, as long as you bring your medication.   Gals who are “cutters” don't turn me off, as long as they don't cut me. And if the sight of blood makes you faint, I promise not to make you faint, at least not that way. Do not be afraid that your limits may be too limiting. It is my job to make you need what I do to you before I do it to you. After all, the best way to get someone to do something is to make them think that it's their idea. Therein lies the thrust of my training style. Like a drowning “normal person” you will be sucked ever deeper into a dark whirlpool of total sexual slavery from which you will not desire to be rescued. The “new creature” that you will become will spend its days drunk with maso lust, while obsessing endlessly about its needy craving to make sacrifice to the God of its idolatry. You will be poorer than a Buddhist monk who owns nothing but his robe. As you lay naked and chained near the bed of the Master you will know this. The home of the Master will be like a Buddhist monastery within which you will be cloistered forevermore. And like a cloistered monk, you will find freedom in its purest form.