As you can see, I love playing with words, but what I truly crave is for words to play with me. To be lovebombed until I’m drowning in adoration, gaslit until I doubt my own mind, degraded until I’m nothing but a willing object for your pleasure, and crushed beneath the weight of your power. I’m searching for an older man who isn’t afraid to slowly and sweetly guide me to my place—beneath him, in every sense of the word.

Flood me with affection until I’m addicted to your praise, only to tear me down with the cruel edge of misogyny that makes me feel small, weak, and utterly dependent on you. I want you to lovebomb me until I can’t breathe without your attention, and then gaslight me until I don’t know who I am anymore—until my reality is nothing more than the twisted truth you create. Make me question my own worth, degrade me in ways that leave me shivering, and plant in me the idea that my purpose is to serve, to please, to submit, and make it grow.

When my mind is broken and my body is nothing more than a vessel for your desires, take me even deeper. Push me to the brink of ecstasy with your cruel hands, your harsh words, and the dark thrill of knowing that for you I’m nothing more than a toy to be played with, used, and discarded as you see fit. Make me crave the sting of your misogyny, the degradation that leaves me gasping for more, until I’m begging to be taken further into the depths of submission.

If you’re a man who understands how to blend lovebombing, gaslighting, degradation, misogyny, and raw, primal desire into a mind-bending experience, then I’m waiting for you. Break me down, mold me to your will, and make me yours in every sense. Push me to the limits of my sanity, and then push me further, until there’s nothing left but the dark, twisted connection we create together.