There's something different about you. Perhaps you've known it since your youth. Perhaps it's a realization that comes on you as my words burrow into your skull.

You aren't satisfied. How could you be? Your life has progressed exactly as planned. You've found a job, perhaps even a significant other but still you have an ache on your soul for something more.

You see it everywhere, each time your eyes meet another's. You feel a part of yourself trying to connect to that spirit of humanity that rests inside them but it fails to satisfy. Like being allowed a sip of water after a marathon. Enough to sustain you, but never enough to satisfy.

So you come here, seeking something to satisfy the craving that you can't put words to. But simple pornography fails to satisfy after so many views. Its too impersonal, to distanced. You see the women, beautiful as can be and feel passionless. You see the men, beautifully muscled and endowed, and feel empty lust. It isn't about the sex. It isn't about the way their muscled hands wrap around the nubile chords of each other's neck, it isn't about the moans of pleasure as nails create crimson streaks on multicolored flesh. Watching others meet their needs only reminds you of the Hollow that rests inside your core.

It isn't about the sex. It isn't about getting off or satisfying a hunger.

It's about the connection.

Your partner doesn't understand. How could they. Them with their perfectly blissful life, their contentment and comfort all they could ask for. You watch them survive, Thrive even as you meet their needs, as you satisfy their every craving for sustenance for attention for lust.

The blossom under your care, showing sides and aspects of themselves that you hardly knew existed when you had first met. Meanwhile, You are wilting. Withering to waste in the comfort and love that so many others seem to crave. Your only release, the only hope for escape and relief to the inner stirrings of your heart denied you in person.So you continue looking for something and come here.

To me.

Because we both know.

You’re looking for more than just smut.

You’re looking to be used down to your bones in every goddamn way possible.

You want to be a cum-drenched, open-legged whore obsessed with serving her master’s cock, and if ever you doubt it, you want to be spanked and slapped, teased and toyed with until you remember. You’re a cock-sucker and a cunt lover. A plaything to be picked up and set aside at her betters leisure. You need the knowledge that at any moment you could be shopped out at master’s pleasure.And i.. I want nothing less than everything from you. I want your intelligence and openness and trust—I want your wit—I want your desire and your fantasies and your fanatical devotion. I want service and servitude from someone who forces me to think, even as I force them to explore and grow in ways previous thought taboo.

But that's enough about you. I'm a 34 sadistic type Dom with a love of the written word. Few things make my day more than crafting a talk for a partner and seeing them accomplish it despite the level of stress and turmoil it puts them through. For me there is no larger sign of devotion than a partner doesn't something for the sole pleasure of me watching.

I am married. Yes my wife knows I Dom online. Yes she is aware emotions come into it. She supports it but isn't interested in the lifestyle herself anymore.