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PhilosopherProle
Hetero Male, 34, Illinois 
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PhilosopherProle

About me Probably the most significant factor in my life right now is my Job. Im currently serving in the U.S. military (which is why I list my country as the U.S.), and Im stationed over seas (Spain). This situation will likely continue for a few years. Beyond that, Im a student working (slowly) on a bachelors in Mathematics. I spend my free time reading, tinkering, working out, and playing video games.



What Im looking for Ideally Id like to find someone who I can mold into splitting the difference between slave, 1950s housewife, and lab assistant. Im hoping to find someone who can maintain the ideal of domestic bliss, cooking, cleaning, just general looking after the home. But hidden underneath her dress she is constantly in bondage, for example a chastity belt.



When I talk about molding someone, what I mean is that I actually want break and rebuild someones mind. I am interested in using things like sensory deprivation, orgasm control (both forced and denial), subliminal messages, and other methods to do this. One of my biggest inspirations for this is the old CIA experiments collectively know as Project MKUltra.

5/13/2016 11:55:26 PM: Recently moved to Japan for a year or two.

7/5/2014 11:30:17 PM: “We're going to the opera tonight”, “Yes master”. First you shower than master removes your chastity belt for just long enough to attach a vibrator and buttplug before re-securing it. Than you are handed a pair of panties. Usually you don't wear them over the chastity belt but you slip them on without question. Than a pair of cuffs a locked to your thighs, the chain between them both hobbling you and preventing the panties from being removed. “The blue dress tonight, it goes well with my tie” You pull the dress on, and than a pair of heels are locked onto your feet. The are small, and if your are lucky no one will notice. “Lets go, I have reservations for dinner”, and you are led down to the car. As he drives master plays with the vibrators remote, bringing you to the edge several times, but always backing off before you orgasm. Just as you are about to beg he whispers “patience”, and you words fall back down your throat. Soon after he parks and comes around to open your door. As you are helped out of the car you know that what most people see is a little bit that chivalry that is oft thought dead. Still you cannot help but feel completely exposed. “I've park a few blocks away so that we might enjoy a nice stroll”, and so you set off. As you walk arm in arm with master to the restaurant it seems like everyone you pass must see you for who you are. Not the elegant couple, but the master and his slave. The slight sheen of sweat must be noticeable and you must look at least a little flustered after the way master played with your vibrator on the drive. And to make matters worse he hasn't stopped. Additionally your gait must be equally obvious. The combination of the large buttplug making your hips sway much more than usual, the cuffs restricting your stride, and heels so high your practically walking tiptoed must be obvious. And surely people see the collar locked around your neck. Yet somehow you reach the restaurant with out any incident. During dinner master simply leaves the vibrator on a low setting, and the two of you have what appears to be a normal meal. You talk of work, the latest world crisis to be making headlines, and anything else that comes to mind. Later, after a few drinks with dinner, and coffee with dessert you find yourself having to pee. You ask for permission and master grants it with the caveat that you don't leave the restroom until you've peed. Thinking that obvious you head off. But once you enter the restroom you realize you have a problem, the cuffs on your thighs prevent you from removing your panties. Now you have a choice, do you make master angry by leaving to ask for the thigh cuffs to come off, or do you pee with your panties still on? Your panties are already soaked from master teasing with the vibrator so the choice is easy. As your bladder empties a new fear arises. What if someone smells you piss soaked panties? You want to spend the rest of the night locked in the restroom stall, but you know you cannot. So, wearily, you make your way back to master. When you reach the table your mortification is compound by the large damp spot you realize your arousal had left on the chair. Luckily for you master has just finished paying the bill, and you leave soon after. As you walk of from the restaurant to the opera house all of your earlier fears come back, and when you realize that someone must smell your piss you are surprised your cheeks don't burst into flame they feel so warm. Suddenly master pulls into an alley. “You piss your panties like a little girl didn't you?” You nod. Master hikes up you dress, pulls out a knife, and cuts the panties from your body. “So you're going to act like a little girl tonight than? Well little girls have been know to talk during operas so we'll just have to prevent that won't we?” And suddenly master is forcing the panties past you lips into your mouth. The taste of your piss and arousal is overwhelming, and for a moment all other thoughts are gone from your head. Than you feel master pushing you to your knees. His cock is pushed past you lips. “Since you like piss so much I've decided to let you have some more.” A tream of urine flows into your mouth, and you have no choice but to swallow. Desperate to be through the ordeal before some notices you suck down masters urine as quick as you can. When master finally finishes you zip him up and he helps you to your feet. As you finish your walk to the opera house master whispers in your ear about how thirsty you must have been to drink down his piss that quickly. He keeps up the whispered stream of humiliation the rest of the way. You don't dare to attempt to reply, out of fear that someone will notice that your panties are crammed into your mouth instead of on your legs like the would be on a proper lady. You reach the opera house, master leads you inside to your seats. As the overture starts he resumes playing with vibrator deep inside you. With it he plays you with the skill to match any maestro. Not only does master perfectly match the vibrator to the music, but he does so in a way that you are kept on the precipice of orgasm. He keeps you there, teasing you, tormenting you, for the whole opera. Well before intermission you become glad of the panties stuffed in your mount. For without them reminding you to keep your mouth closed you are sure that you would be moaning, possibly even screaming. You know that you would be quickly be begging for release, for that elusive orgasm in front of the entire theater. As the end of the opera nears you begin to what people will see as you leave. The constant torture has left your hair a mess. You are covered in a thick coat of sweat, your dress dripping with it. Your chair's cushion is saturated, and the depression you make sitting in it is filled, leaving you sitting in a puddle of your own arousal, while more spills over and pools around your feet. Your fear and desperation grows until it is suddenly forgotten for as the opera reaches it thundering climax, master brings you to yours.

7/5/2014 7:54:20 AM: You see it when you wake up. The box. It sits there, looking perfectly innocuous at the foot of the bed. It's understandable that the unknowing would think it a normal steamer trunk. After all, aside from the heavy locks that is exactly what it looks like. But you know differently. You know the box is to be hated, feared even. But you also know you won't, can't resist it. Deep down you even realize that you don't want to. And so the day begins. First comes a complete cleansing. Your hands are cuffed to you collar so that you chastity belt can be removed. Than a plug is inserted into you anus. The plug is inflated slowly so that both it, and the enema that will soon flow through it into your intestines cannot escape your bowels. You watch as soap and glycerin are mixed with a gallon of water in the enema bag. The bag is than attached to the plug, but it does not start to flow. You know not to question this, but a look of surprise at the delay does not escape your face. “Remember that exercise must be done daily” your told. High heels are locked onto your feet and you are led to the treadmill. You chained to it forcing you to run as it starts. Then you feel the flow start. The cramping starts almost immediately, but you can no more stop it's flow than you can stop running. And so you run, slowly filling, as the agony builds. Finally you can't help yourself, “why?” the simple word escapes your lips. Instantly you realize your mistake. Questions can be asked, are even encouraged, after, but never during training. You know this, it was one of the first lessons you learned. “You also know you will be punished?” You nod. “Good, that will come later”. A gag is pushed into your mouth and inflated. “That should prevent any need to add to your punishment”. Your focus is now split between your restricted breathing and the gallon of enema mixture that is being churned in you bowels by your running. This long after you would have guessed you would have collapsed from exhaustion, if you had been allowed to guess. Finally the tread mill is stopped, and you are unchained. You are led to the toilet, where the plug is deflated and removed. Instantly the enema flows from you. Than you are place in the shower. The warm water soothes your tired flesh. Gentle hands wash the sweat and grime from your body. You feel yourself relaxing. Your exhaustion takes over and you slip into state of restful semiconscious. You barely notice as you are carried back to the box. In your state the box, the whole purpose of the day, has escaped your mind. The catheter is inserted almost unnoticed, it's just a vague, distant discomfort. The vibrator and butt plug that are than inserted also fail to cause any real reaction. Your chastity belt is locked back in place, securing the objects invading your nether regions. Your hands are taped into balls and released from your collar, to be re-secured to the chastity belt. A hole in your gag is opened and a hose you can suck water though attached. Special goggles are place over your eyes. The eye pieces have been replaced with halved ping pong balls to make you hallucinate. A nasal cannula is secured to your face to supply air. Noise canceling headphones playing static are place over your ears. Than the box is opened. It is a sight you have never seen, despite you many experiences inside it. If you could see you would find the box is actually two. The second box is attached to the inside the first with springs, damping any vibrations. This helps explain how you have never noticed moving the time you've gone into the box at one location and come out at another. The second box is lined with foam to further dampen vibrations and ensure no noise reaches you. You feel yourself being lifted and placed into a cutout in the foam perfectly sized for your body. You are secured to attachment points to prevent all movement. Finally you feel the foam of the inner lid pressing down on you as it is closed and locked. It is soon followed by the closure and locking of the outer lid. And you are completely alone. You don't know how long you lie there. Minutes or years could have passed outside the box, but inside time does not exist. Staring at nothing but the whiteness of the inside of ping pong balls, hearing nothing but static your mind slowly loses it's grip on reality. So when you start to hear your own voice you can't tell if it's in your head or on the head phones. “I am a slave”, “I obey”, “Master knows best.”, “I will always obey master”, “I love master”, “A slave must obey her master” and other phrases sound randomly in the static. As this continues you become slowly more sure that these are your own thoughts. After all you do love master don't you? You know you must always obey him. You certainty are a slave. Yes they must be your thoughts. The isolation has given you the clarity to realize this. You're sure of this. In fact there is no greater truth in the whole world. You are master's slave and nothing else matters. Than there is something different. It takes a second for you to realize that the foam is no longer on top of you. You feel yourself being lifted out of the box and placed on the floor. The box is gone when the headphones and goggles come off. “You remember you are to be punished?” I takes you a moment to remember to back before the box, to the question but slowly it comes back to you. You know deserve to be punished for disobeying one of master's commands. You nod. “Good, your punishment has two parts. The first has already begun. You are to be sent to bed with out dinner, for the second of two nights. But first part two.” Then you see the riding crop.

7/5/2014 7:53:49 AM: I've decided to start posting some erotica I've written here. The writing might not be very good, but it might give an idea of things I'm into.

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