I have an idea that I keep coming back to, I think it comes from the deepest and darkest recesses of my mind.

A girl, on her knees in front of the package that the delivery man just dropped off. Your heart races, hands tremble.

I told you I’d send it. You look up at the webcam I told you to keep on at all times, then you start to open the box.

Inside is a doll. Fuck, it looks just like her, the other woman. She’s the one that I see alongside you. She’s the one I tell you about, the one whose photos I send you.

And here’s a doll that looks just like her. It even has her perfume on. You know because you’ve smelt it in the underwear I make you wear, though you know she wore it first for me.

You know what you have to do.

Now it’s on the bed and you’re lying down on top of it, your tits press on hers. The silicon feels so real, but then the fact that she’s fake is part of the point. You know I’m watching as you grind your body slowly onto her. You’ve never felt so humiliated, and never so alive. You kiss her, letting your saliva wet her fake mouth. You moan, fuck you didn’t mean to do that. Now it’s time to show me what you are.

I don’t know if this post is going to find an audience, I’m fact I don’t think it will. I’m looking for a specific kind of girl. A cis girl who is intrigued and excited by this strange mix of denial, objectification, and humiliation.

Maybe that’s you?

I’m 42, from the UK. I’m very Dominant sexually but intelligent, cerebral and emotionally intelligent. I’m into intimate connection, mental exploration and real connection.

If you’re still reading, maybe you’re curious? If so, send me a chat message.