Overall Rating: 5/5 – Repeated Encounters

Not just another online Dom with a checklist of kinks. u/curious_b__ is an artist of connection who will take the time to uncover the parts of you that you might not even know are there. He blends respect and control, playfulness and intensity, creating an experience that feels as safe as it does thrilling.

I’d recommend messaging him if you’re looking for any of the following:

• You’re curious about exploring your limits (or discovering new ones).
• You crave someone who can make you feel entirely desired in one moment and used like a whore in the next.
• You want to play with someone who can curate an experience tailored to your desires.

So far, it’s been five months of fun activities including: public groping, restraints, spreader bars, play parties (my first one ticked off with plans for the future), and a face covered in cum at least once when we meet.

If you’re wondering what it’s like to message someone like him, I’ll say this: as long as you’re honest, open, and ready, you’re in for a wild ride. If you’re lucky, you’ll come out the other side a little braver, a little freer, and a whole lot more satisfied.

Should you need any more convincing, see below for a summary of our adventures to date.

Needle in a Haystack: An Online Encounter

I’d been travelling when I first came across his post on CNC_Connect. Like a lot of us, I was scrolling though for a little late-night inspiration and using the words of strangers to get off when his words stopped me in my tracks. He wasn’t just another man tossing out crude offers or empty bravado, his posts were deliberate, detailed, and deeply sensual - a mix of intelligence, playfulness, and promise.

The way he described his experiences and desires struck a nerve. He wasn’t just chasing his own pleasures; he wanted to please just as much as he wanted to use whomever he found – someone to push and pull in equal measure. His words danced between dark temptation and absolute care – weaving consent, trust, and aftercare through the kinks he loves. I didn’t think too hard on it but messaged him right away.

Our messages turned into long exchanges – about kinks, yes, but we did explore other topics. He wasn’t pushy, or eager to jump straight to anything too explicit (though when it happened, it was equally enjoyable). Instead, he took the time to delve into my mind, asking questions, listening and teasing me just enough to leave me wanting more. By the time I had returned to London a few weeks later, I knew I wanted to meet him in person and see if he lived up to his online persona.

Dipping My Toes in the Water (and His Fingers Inside Me)

We met for drinks in a tucked away bar – a poor choice on my part as everyone else in the world seemed to be outside enjoying the sunshine. Even so, when he arrived, he was even better in real life. Confident, yet approachable, he spoke with an air which only the most self-aware men can muster. His voice edged with a European lilt, and a presence overspilling with magnetism, every word was precise and deliberate. He was open with his questions and wasted no time in dissecting my mind until he found the right buttons to press.

After relocating to a far more appropriate open bar, conversation continued to flow on multiple topics. From my previous experience to his, the fantasies I’d disclosed to him, and the way his magical words had me soaked almost instantly. It took darkness to fall before he made any physical move, but it was inevitable. He took the risk, and slipped his hand beneath my skirt, quickly finding his way to the growing heat between my legs. He kept his fingers buried inside me as we kissed and whispered filthy words to each other. I remember him watching me so intently, the rest of the world melted away and I didn’t care if anyone saw or suspected what we were doing in our little corner of the world.

Boundaries: Pushed and Rewritten

After that first night, travel pulled us apart again, but we stayed in touch. Every message was a teasing hint of what we’d do next, building the tension until I could hardly stand it. When we finally reunited, it was for a stolen afternoon in a hotel.

I’ll admit, I was nervous. Meeting in broad daylight, no dimly lit bar or late-night prosecco to soften the edges, I felt exposed. What we were about to do was inevitable, but until that day I could count the number of cocks I’d touched on one hand, and four of them were a decade earlier. I had no idea how I’d react. Whether I’d close off and run away or fall into his arms and let him use me for his pleasure.

I didn’t need to worry. He had a way of reading me, knowing exactly what I needed to feel comfortable. His calm steady energy grounded me, and soon the nerves turned into anticipation.

He started slow, guiding me into a space of total surrender. His hands explored my body with purpose, teasing out reactions I didn’t know I was capable of. His words were commanding but never harsh, pulling me deeper into his control until I forgot about everything else.

I’ll add here that he had ample opportunity to demonstrate his patience too. That first encounter seemed to draw out my inner brat – an unfamiliar woman who masked the nervousness with bravado. With a firm hand, he got her back in line and soon delivered a glorious fuck. Round after round of him pounding into me until I was little more than a panting mess beneath him.

Each time we met after that, he found new ways to challenge me – not by overwhelming me, but by carefully introducing me to experiences I’d only ever fantasised about. He’d listen to my fears and curiosities, and almost immediately turn them into scenarios that left me shaking with both pleasure and disbelief.

I’ve dabbled in ropes and restraints before and knew them as aspects of kink that I love. He acted on this and joined me at a class – developing his own skills to increase my pleasure. His binds now feel more intimate than an embrace. They leave me entirely helpless and at his will, yet I’ve never felt safer. He does the same with impact play – he turns the swish of the cane into a symphony, his hands and tools leaving marks across my bare skin that I wear with pride.

During every escapade, I feel my most powerful, confident and beautiful, when I’m used for his pleasure and covered in his cum.

Expanding Horizons: The Playroom and Beyond

The pinnacle so far has been our outing at Joyride. I’d never been to a play party before, but he made sure I felt prepared, walking me through what to expect and helping me set boundaries. When we stepped into the playroom, the energy was electric, and he guided me through it all with confidence and care.

The way he orchestrated the evening – bringing me to the edge of my comfort zone and then beyond – was masterful. By the time we were tangled together amongst other equally kinky couplings, I felt completely free - exhilarated in a way I didn’t know possible.

If there’s one thing I’m taking away from Joyride, it’s that it won’t be my last play party.