TL/DR: I am a soft dominant male who loves wearing tall, English equestrian riding boots, while using a riding crop to softly tame a submissive male. Currently edging to how I am as a dominant, as well as how my submissives love talking to me.

Interests: I am psychologically interested in male submissiveness, and am clinical in how I "observe" erections. Erections are certainly powerful things to witness and embrace, especially when denied. I am not interested in intercourse and am even less interested in orgasm release. The beauty of the erection is the knowledge that it is tamed, denied, and endured.

How: I enjoy "taming" a bound submissive male using a riding crop through his cute tight briefs, or if he's fully naked on display, using the riding crop to shape and orient his member. Usually I am very soft and gentle, and tend to use a lot of praise, encouragement, arousal, and defeat themes in my dominance. I enjoy keeping him nice and erect, offering words that keep him nice and docile and soft in his brain, while coaxing his member to be firm and erect in his briefs. I enjoy asking questions that encourage his arousal, while denying opportunity for release. Soft, perilous restraint, and aching discipline is the best way I have learned to tame a submissive male’s sperm.

Bonus: The most powerful I feel is when subs, especially older males (and yes I do chat with males in their 40s or 50s) feel so weak and embarrassed the more they are aroused at a younger dominant like me, sitting at home in his boots, forcing them into cute white briefs, socks, the whole getup. It's like they feel shame at my soft teasing and denial of their cum. Cognitively they know it's wrong somehow because their psyche tells them that. But the subconscious reality is there is something about the boots that separate me, preserve me, keep me somewhat "sterile" from the icky that remains in their balls.

Not sure of anyone else, but this drives me instantly wild! 😈