So the quick explanation: I have sluts. They live in different parts of the world, and whenever I travel to those parts, we meet up and do filthy things together.

Every interaction has a few things in common. There's not a lot of small-talk before the fucking, there's a lot of derogatory dirty talk, and there's some respectful boundaries, limits and aftercare.

All of my sluts are given Slut Identification Numbers, as part of a dehumanization kink. I'll often write those numbers across there chest. I also have ID photos of every slut with "Property of Casey" written on them.

Currently, there's nine active sluts. If any of them decide to retire or are in a monogamous relationship, they let me know that they're inactive, and we adjust our relationship accordingly. We also take precautions for safe sex, and ultimately I have nine very happy women that are eager to meet up again soon.

I don't currently have a slut in the Pacific Northwest, though one is applying. For her to go from Auditioning to Active, she needs to make me cum in person as her final task.

I'm not going to lie, there's a huge chance she flakes. I need to commit to travel plans to Seattle soon. The audition would be for the second weekend of January.

Make this decision easier for me and give me a second slut audition to run. We'll go over your kinks, whether they be rope or impact play or CNC, or something even more extreme.

The ultimate goal is that if you're aroused by the thought of a 6'2, 260-pound 45-year-old man calling you a slut, telling you your pussy feels better than his wife's, or making you join into a threesome, then you might be a good little slut for me.