Keywords: Psychological domination, fantasy coercion role play that feels real, free use, CNC, behavior modification, abduction play, high-stakes imprisonment, threats, manipulation, vulnerability, friend with benefits, “I’ll tell if you don’t do what I say” play.

You leave me alone in your room to change into something more comfortable, and take a little too long. Your computer, phone, and all your passwords are carelessly left out. Some bad man could take advantage and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Your sexting, your photos, your browser history, porn habits, the outtakes of your nudes you lie and say you don't have, access to profiles and correspondence on all the dating sites, emails, your drafts folder, Reddit throwaway accounts, just your entire fucking life on a platter to be used against you by a perv who knows exactly what you like and how you like it. Owned by someone who will know everything about you.

Maybe it starts innocently enough like a lot of dates, with the added incentive of letting your guard down post-covid lockdown. You feel overly comfortable, things progress a little too quickly but you go with it and invite me for another drink at your place. You’re unsure if you’re into me, and can't read me for shit, but since you figure you’ll never see me again, you confess that you’re a little buzzed, and the conversation earlier got to you in a good way. It’s on. You like what happens more than you expect because only a half hour before you were skeptical I was too sweet or too vanilla, but you sensed something darker and got really curious what it would be like. The heated kissing and hair pulling leads to ruined panties, but even if you engaged in a flirtatious conversation about how you would want this whole scene to go down, nothing prepares you for the turn things are about to take.

Psychological control plus emotional masochism is a thing. A part of you enjoys being used and pleasuring people, and is very good at doing what you’re told. Hearing that voice in your ear - soothing - threatening - coaxing you through the consent implied non-consent play that blurs and feels real’ish, until you’re pathetically grateful for the attention captures you. Somewhere in between Stockholm Syndrom and a friendship with benefits, this freaks you out and makes you pulse at the same time. Desire to belong to someone and have an ongoing private connection you could never tell anyone about combined with mental subspace, not just the physical, makes up a delicious cocktail for you. A creative man who knows how to enjoy you right is often the missing element anyway.

I would never boss you around without some intrinsic sexual pleasure attached, or the other kinky feels that are harder to define. I’ve come to realize I’m talented at affectionate cruelty, though it doesn’t match how I see myself. Soft spot for inexperienced folks new to kink and looking for someone to showing them the ropes.

Making this on-going adds an extra element. Will I be a consistently checking in on you frequently like the devil on your shoulder, paying you weekly visits to make you pay for the naughtiness I've observed and destroy your pussy? Maybe I'll become that that man with the masterful cock who makes you jump whenever he snaps his fingers? You'll forget if you want to or have to, or where the game begins and ends.

I approach everything in life, including kink, with a subtle sense of humor and a deep-seated sense of empathy. It also goes without saying, that although you’re in desperate need to release you non-vanilla proclivities, and I’m all about making you do the stuff you’ve been telling those boys on the internet you want, treating you like a sex toy, this is still about a controlled on-going scene that only feels less so at times. The reality is just because you cum from fucked up thoughts doesn’t mean you want to live all of it. The consent must always be present or it stops being roleplay. We can tailor this even as you sink deeper and deeper. You’ll always have the ability to change your passwords back and regain your privacy at any point. I have the ability to get people to trust me, and I’m not one to breach that trust. Knowing I could is hot enough. The goal here is to ruin you in other ways through intense fucking, and your forced compliant servitude with all the layers of fucked up'ness you can think of here.