Rather than write an advert, I've written a story for you to read. I think this gives you the best insight into me and if it resonates with you then maybe you can decide to reach out. Warning, this story has themes of degradation, sadism, and uses vulgar language.

I cup your hips in my hands, a secure hold that pulls you to your feet. You can feel my grip of you, objectified, and yet special. I feel your supple warmth through the waistband of your skirt and perfectly tucked in blouse. My hands caress upwards to your waist, before meeting in the small of your back, our bodies now pressed together, "Look at me." Staring deeply into your eyes, you can see the intensity and desire welling up in me. In this moment you are completely seen, completely wanted, not the veneer you display to the World, the whole you. My gaze makes you feel like Princess and Prey all at the same time. You can feel my fingers now sculpting at your waist, drinking in your form and pulling you harder up against me. I draw my mouth to your ear and whisper the words, "I'm going to make you so good..." I return back, resuming our eye contact before finishing the sentence, "...I promise." And I mean it. "And you are going to confess everything to me...." You feel me slowly placing tension on your plait as I say it, like im putting your whole body under tension. I wonder if you can see in my eyes what my intentions are for you?

Am I a wicked man? Am I a lustful man? Am I a flawed man? Am I an evil man?

You feel the weight of my hands on your shoulders, pushing you down onto a chair behind you. The seat shifts slightly as you sit and it lets out a rickety squeak.

I know to take in the picture in front of me snd tease myself, imagining the contrast with where this will go, the difference in you, would we recognise each other? Stepping forward and tracing my fingertip over your neckline before placing my hand under your chin. Your head resting in my hand, I raise your eye level to meet my downward gaze, "we're going to play a game."

My tone is confident and the emphasis laying heavy on the word 'game' ...it lingers and your mind starts to play at guessing what sort of 'game' this will be, two players, a Dominant and a Submissive...

"Tell me what you want...?" You look at me slightly bewildered as if the question is too short of information to answer me. I bend down to your ear, "We. Both. Know." The words leave you feeling exposed but closer to me in some way. I walk to your side and then disappear from view. You can sense me behind you before suddenly seeing my hands entering your peripheral vision, encircling your wrists and guiding both arms behind you. You feel a cool bracelet followed by a zipping sound. I push my face into the back of your neck and you feel me inhale you then breathe out around you. Hands lightly cup your breasts then squeeze at your nipples, searching out the teats to squeeze even more firmly. I hear your breathing change as you instictively bring your hands forward to stop me, but all you feel is the bracelets digging into you as they strain against each other. "You're all mine now." You can hear my smile. I walk around to face you again. "Show me what you are good for." Again, you look unsure... I remove your skirt and admire watching you sit in just your knickers, socks and blouse. I move my face close to yours...and from out of nowhere you hear a clap followed by a stinging across your left cheek. You're startled and I can see I have your undivided attention, your eyes wider now. I grab your throat and calmly proclaim to you, "You...... are...a Whore." I slap both of your thighs hard in quick succession and hear you cry out in pain. I love hearing the sound leave your lips as you sit so beautifully. "SHOW ME.....what you are good for WHORE!" I sit opposite you staring into your eyes. You begin parting your legs, slowly at first, almost scared to be wrong again...then speeding up until you are spread wide for me. "Good girl" I'm nodding, appreciating the view and smirking at you. "I see you are already wet...What are you good for Whore, tell me!" You look up at me trying to avoid eye contact but i grab your face so you cant escape me. I can see you blushing as you say the words, " I'm only good for opening my legs Sir."

Your acknowledgement hits me with a rush of endorphins and I can see you resigned as the realisation of this truth sinks deep into you.

You can feel my eyes tracing every detail of your toes, calves, thighs and the outline of your lips now taught against the fabric. My head is drunk on you and I want you equally lost. I move closer, like a lion stalks towards a gazelle. I want to sink my teeth into you, taste everything of you, breath in your scent and intoxicate myself. "Who do you belong to Whore?" My face inches from your knickers. "You Sir," your reply obedient and slick. I shake my head, "I don't believe you." With that you feel two hard strikes across your face, you moan out, this time in abandon, you know that there is no escape for you from this. You see my two hands move towards you and pull your shirt apart, as buttons fly. You instinctively close your legs, and a much harder strike meets your face, you can feel your top lip throb and a salty, sweet metallic sensation on the tip of your tongue..."Your CUNT needs to be exposesd to ME at all times," my voice is calm, at at odds with the violent display. I uncouple your bra, exposing your breasts and then step back, you hear a deep exhale from me in adoration, "Look at how perfect you are, Whore"...I drag a mirror over from across the room for you to see yourself. You are faced with an image of yourself, legs spread wide and tits on show between the buttonless shirt sides, on display, trapped, demeaned and beaten, your throbbing lip now visible. You've never seen yourself so aroused. "THIS... is you when you are looking your best." I hold your face on both sides towards the mirror, you take in the view of yourself, and me standing over you controlling every aspect to my pleasing. I kneel in front of you so that we are both at eye level. My hands are now exploring your legs and dancing softly over your knickers. My touch is slow, savouring and informed. My head moves to your breast and I begin to now suck firmly on your nipples while my fingers begin to caress your clit, still over your knickers. You can feel the pleasure building between your legs and I can feel you squirm. I notice your eyes are closed and you begin to sigh on every 7th breath, like waves lapping on the sand, every 7th wave seems to be race further onto the shore towards our toes. I whisper to you as you sigh, "you fucking love this don't you?"

I tear your knickers on each side and roughly pull them away...you are completely exposed to me now, just as you should be.

I hold your gaze as I slide my finger over your entrance..."So wet , aren't you?" My lips are so close to yours you can feel the words as they leave my lips and transfer onto yours, I can taste your breath as my fingers rub directly across your hard aching clit.

I can feel your orgasm building and I want to keep you there, in that state ..j....u....s....t...... before cumming. You're staring into my eyes now, a mixture of urgency and vacant. Its clear that the sense of complete submission has you lost and it's genuinely beautiful.

I can feel your hips bucking up towards me for more stimulation, I know you need it.

I dip two fingers into your pussy, slowly...one knuckle deep, collecting your wetness before slowly moving back to your clit. You gasp involuntarily and close your eyes. "Look at me."

"I think we can start the game now."

Every pass of my fingers illicits a shallow trembling out breath from your lips

I feel completely connected to you.

I push my lips against yours, again, you feel me speak the words into you between laboured breaths...."Tell me your darkest fantasy, in detail."

There is a long pause..."I don't want to" You reply, almost shy.

"You will." I speed up the movement of my fingers, a figure 8 around your clit, before plunging into your soaking pussy, my fingers search out to caress your G spot before withdrawing to move back up to your clit. Your moan sounds delicious as I do this...

And I'm enjoying painting you in your juices

"Tell me," I repeat

I don't wait for an answer and instead deliver three hard slaps to your face and a further two on each open thigh...

The pain has you tearing up.

I want to hear you cry and cum, and I don't think you know which will happen first.

I plunge my fingers back into you and continue to caress

"DO you want to cum whore?"

You nod back through a broken whimper

"You can cum when I say," I remove my fingers and then paint them slowly across your bottom lip, each pass followed by a word, "Tell....Me...." We can both taste your arousal as our lips meet

I plunge back into you and you start to beg, "please let me cum, I want to cum please Sir"

I have my fingers against you g-spot and this time I caress my fingers inside you with each word. And with each caress I feel your legs shake. I grab your throat.

Between moans you tell me in detail. You are so aroused from my teasing that you are so close to cumming as you recall it. In some instances I mimic the details back on you... where he placed his hands and some of the things he said...as I do, I feel your arousal go into a higher gear.

I whisper against your panting "You cum at night thinking about it...don't you?"

You can't speak anymore, only moan, like the Whore you are.

I stare into your eyes as you beg me again...

"Cum Whore" "FUCKING CUM NOW" "Show me all you are good for....!"

and with that I begin vigorously stimulating your G spot, taking you where you so need to be right now. Your pussy is audibly soaking now.

"WHO FUCKING OWNS YOU?" I repeat

And finally you are given your release as you reach the peak for the last time before tumbling over it. The intensity is primal as you scream out, cumming around my fingers...I feel you completely submit to me right in this moment as I bring my mouth to yours, our tongues find each other and we kiss deeply.

We kiss hard as your orgasm washes through you so vulnerable and aroused from your confession and my dominance over you.

I can feel your relief as you moan into my kiss, and it's perfect.

I am a man, and I do not know why I seek what I seek. Only that I must. I need it with every part of me. Whore is a name to be earned and a title of endearment. When I see a woman I like, I want to put a collar around her neck and own her.

Thank you reading