[For adult women who seek sexual disrespect, objectification, and more. Others can move on.]

Have you played with Barbie? Did you grow up with one or more of those undeniably white and impossibly proportioned dolls for company? Did it teach you that you may not be adequate at all? Did it somewhere instill in your mind that being a pretty doll was more important than being a person? Did it lead you to want to be used like a toy yourself?

That's not a stretch, really. I have played with this one girl who grew up with a favourite Barbie that she would take care of and put to bed. And yet, when she was alone with the doll, she stripped her Barbie naked and made her kneel and crawl like an animal. For play, of course. She didn't know why she seemed to enjoy degrading her doll, but she did it again and again until much later she was herself kneeling and crawling about, just like her pretty plastic toy.

By all means for the outside world she was an achiever (went on to do a PhD), very social, and had a great personality. But with me, she was a good fucktoy who sucked dick till I came in her mouth, got slapped and thanked me for it, and was always ready to spread her legs if I told her to.

Maybe that speaks to you. Away from your regular life if you just wish to be a demanding man's plaything- to give up all control and submit your body and mind, with no say on how I will use you. Just hoping to be used, yearning to be stripped, groped, slapped and spat on, tits pinched and ass beaten.

Getting fucked till your pussy is sore. And continuing to get fucked even though it's hurting, because I'm not yet done with you. Making a mess on the bed with your drool, struggling to get a handle over your gag reflex. But determined to deepthroat with each single painful thrust. All because you really want to be a good toy. And because good toys don't malfunction. They don't beg to stop. They don't complain. They just give pleasure until they are put aside for later play.

I like to be rough with my toy. I will enjoy breaking you. But only if I can put you back together and care for you afterwards. So aftercare is necessary for me. If you are one of those who don't want their illusion of perpetual misogyny to be broken by a warm cuddle and a gentle kiss, you should be looking somewhere else.

Lastly, be clear about your limits when you contact me. I do not want anything non-consensual. The better you communicate your boundaries, the easier it is for me to understand what my own playground with you is. Thus the more freely and recklessly I will be able to use you.