I’m Ben. I’m 43, live in Glasgow, I’m well-educated, I own my own business, I have clients around the world, I love combat sports, cricket, cinema, visiting museums, amusement parks with thrill rides, and spending time around my wife and beautiful children. I’m also a misogynist who has deep-seated, and doubtless pathological, urges to violently shape useless young sluts into perfect whores for me.

I try to live in balance – looking after my emotional, spiritual and physical health. I enjoy the gym, I’m a regular churchgoer, and I start and end each day with prayer and meditation. This helps me get in touch with a spiritual core as well as helping me to find a deeper purpose. I also have a kit in the back of my car that includes 2 x 25m of rope, a gag, 3 chrome plugs, an anal hook, a leather paddle, collar, gag, leash, horse whip, clamps, and a big tub of water-based lube. I feel these and my other tools that I keep in a locked box under my bed are part of my deeper purpose.

I love walks in the park, or along the leafy streets of the West End. The fresh air connects me with nature, and with the beauty and intricacy of God’s creation and universe. There is something so wholesome about families, pets, and fitness fanatics enjoying a wee space together and having fun. While walking in the park, I imagine videoing myself tying up one of the female runners in an abandoned warehouse I know in Springburn, whipping her until she pisses herself, laughing at her, and using her body before taking some pics of her cummy reddened pussy for my friends. I smile serenely with a renewed bounce in my step.

In relationships I am giving, loving and attentive. I show my affection through gifts, acts of service, cooking and baking, long back massages, and slow teasing oral that brings you to the brink often, and pushes you over it frequently when you’ve been a good girl. My love language is touch. My other love language is leaving bruises all over your body in places your colleagues won’t see and making you take photos of them for me each night and smiling as they change colour, obsessing about your cycle so I can control your womb, and forcing you to cum then laughing at you and telling you that you did want it after all you lying little slut.

But enough about me.

You should:

·       Be between 18 and 35 years old.

·       Have a deep-seated awareness that you are a useless whore, and worthless without a dominant man wanting you to validate your existence.

·       Have come to feel that the greatest compliments you’ve ever been paid involved serious breaches of the Sexual Offences Act 2003.

·       Enjoy degrading and dehumanising sex, pain, and the intense fear beforehand of the complete surrender inherent in not having a safe word.

·       Have an idea of “true love” that is incomplete if it doesn’t include keeping secrets from family, friends, and the police.

·       Crave an older, fucked-up man with an unhealthy disregard your wishes and boundaries, who enjoys abusing, entrapping and “helping” broken women.

·       Have a history of childhood sexual abuse or sexually abusive adult relationships, or ideally both (I called them keepers!).

Non-mandatory “bonus” features include:

·       Having one or more mental health diagnoses, or diagnoses pending. Preference given to Type-2 personality disorders.

·       Browsing and responding to this advert on secure folder so your kind, loving boyfriend doesn’t find out you’re actually just a set of wet, pathetic holes for me.

·       A deep-seated delusional belief in your ability to fix broken men with your total submission, supplication, and degrading debasement.

·       Often finding yourself imagining getting permanently branded with a hot iron by an older man, who wants to own and claim you as his personal fucktoy and property.

·       Recurrent masturbatory fantasies about, and obsession with, married men using, enjoying and being fulfilled by you in ways they couldn’t possibly be with their wives.

·       Feeling that being shared with friends, business-colleagues and Daddy’s potential clients makes you useful, good, and the best little girl in the world.

If you are still here, then you’re probably what I’m looking for. If you have touched yourself while reading this, and found you are getting soaking thinking about debasing yourself with a disgusting, abusive man who has few if any limits as to what he will do to your body, then you are definitely what I’m looking for.

We both know how this will end. But drama and pain are what we’re looking for, aren’t they?

Your new Daddy,

Ben