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Hello, I am what you might consider, an extremely submissive man.  I have never been into cross dressing, or men, but what I am into is extraordinary psychological humiliation, and total control ownership.

I will not lie and say that I do not have limits, I certainly do.  But the truth is that the nature of my submissive obsession is such that I desire the kind of dominant woman who seeks to know my limits only to demolish them without mercy, and then solely for her own amusement.

I suppose that would make me a psychological masochist who is particularly into extreme humiliation.

As such, my fantasies run to the wild side of bizarre from time to time.  I acknowledge that and accept it, and I know that it makes women think of me as a freak.  I'd rather not be thought of as a freak, however, but rather as purely an object upon which to exercise personal amusement.

I will get into a few of my fantasies a bit further down, but first, I need to explain what MAKES them my fantasies.  Pure acts without a certain intent are almost meaningless.

What drives my submissive lust, is when a woman feels free to explore her own wildest, most extreme and outrageous dominant fantasies without giving a second -- or even a first -- thought about whether I would be bothered, offended, or hurt.  I am YOUR object without any will of my own except that which you give me.

I get off on a woman's glee when she pushes me further down into the abyss of humiliation; when she explores new territory that she never dreamed possible; when she is fee to express her sadistic streak without restraint; and when she tells me to do, or does things to me purely to see how far this /thing/ will go to amuse her.

I understand if what I am is too much for you.  I have gone pretty much my entire life without such a relationship, because even dominant women often desire to please their submissive, and make that a priority in their play.  Know this: I do not seek my own pleasure, only my ownership and complete humiliation; and the amusement of my owner.

I do have certain fetishes.  I have an extreme foot fetish, but only as it applies to being a slave.  I am in fact very skilled at giving foot rubs; and I have never been with but have always fantasized about being owned by a woman that would kick me in the groin just because she wanted to, then laugh as I kissed the foot that kicked me, and then enjoy a foot rub to sooth the aching foot.  I have dreamed of a woman who was curious to learn exactly how far she could cram her foot down my throat before it would go no further, and at least one day before I die, I would like to cover a woman's foot and calf with an extra large extra thick condom so that I can say I've literally had a woman's foot up my ass, and she made me massage her ankle with my sphincter.

Am I getting too extreme for you yet?

Another kind of relationship I want to be in, is called cuckold.  That means that the woman I am with is free to make love with whomever she wants, whenever she wants, but I am not permitted to have sex with her, or anybody.  This relationship implies a great deal of oral sex on my part.  I envision going down on a woman while she talks about all the men who have made love to her, their various skills, sizes, shapes, and so on, while reminding me that I will never have that privilege all the while I am face deep and giving my all to please you.  It even goes so far as to go down on you immediately after you have made love to another man, to play clean-up boy when he has made a mess of you, and to finish you off if you were not pleasured enough.

Again, I am not into men at all, not one iota; but again learning my limits only to demolish them without mercy.  Selling my services to go down on a man, for 50 cents, to buy a soda.

Is this too bizarre yet?

Tying my elbows behind my back as a rocking fulcrum and hanging my lower half from the ceiling by my testes so that you can swing the rope back and forth with one hand and impale me with a strap-on.

The above is only a small sampling of the extreme places that my submissive mind has gone.  The thrill for me, again, is not in any specific act, but in YOUR thrill at the freedom of being able to explore your MOST outrageous dominant and sadistic fantasies without any concern for me whatsoever.

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IntrigeU
 
 Age: 29
 Stan clara, California