You see men like me with their wives, and you wonder, don’t you? Can you be useful to them? Which ones look like they are leading unsatisfied lives of quiet desperation, with disgusting desires that get more rageful and bitter by the day as their wives shut them out and tell them they are disgusting.

And maybe you look at the wives too: which ones are too nice? The husband has a sadistic and boundaryless glint in his eye when he looks you up and down, next to his poor unsuspecting wife: prim, proper, a cross on her neck, shaking hands with the priest after mass. There are things your body could do and take that she never could or would, and he would never try with her. Nasty things. Painful things. Things you didn’t consent to but would enjoy anyway.

You could relieve him. Relieve his aching fucking balls and make him so grateful for your willing, wet holes. He would be ravenous, like a victim of starvation. He would devour you like a starving kid would launch into a Birthday cake. He would fuck every hole in your body as if it were going out of fashion – as if it were the last tight, wet space in the world. Ruin you. Impregnate you. Beat you. In his frenzy he wouldn’t fucking care, and you would love it.

He wouldn’t want you going anywhere. He would tie you up, and make sure you couldn’t resist. Couldn’t defend your face as he slapped it. Couldn’t shield your stomach as he delivered the gut-punch he’s always wanted to give her, and his colleagues, and God. The gag would stop you screaming for help as he caned and paddled and horse whipped your body. You wouldn’t have a choice which hole he used – it would be up to him to decide what would make him cum best.

All his cum, his obsession, his fertile seed would become yours. The devotion of knocking you up. Keeping you as a secret little family. Suckling you for milk and then fucking another baby into you. Licking you as you breastfed his illegitimate offspring. Making his perfect little rape-babies and family a reality. Reduced to a set of looked-after holes to satisfy you master, your Daddy, your only friend. Isolated and alone without him. Growing as dependent on his tough love as he is on your clenching little holes and body.

You’re getting wet aren’t you kitten? You’re just what I’m looking for darling x

You should:

·       Be between 18 and 30 years old.

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

·       Possess a deep, innate knowledge that your purpose is to be useful to married men, better than their wives, and make up for all the things those up-tight cunts can’t do.

·       Be willing to do pretty much any degrading shit to satisfy a man and prove to him that you are worth loving, even for a brief few minutes after he’s cum and before he goes back to his real family.

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

·       Understand that true love means not telling the police, and hiding things from friends, family and colleagues.

·       Crave an older, fucked-up man with an unhealthy disregard your wishes and boundaries, who enjoys hearing about your history of sexual abuse while fucking you, and calling you a depraved little whore when you cum.

Non-mandatory “bonus” features include:

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

·       Using safewords as a way to test if your partner’s a real man and will ignore them, and cum hard and thank them after when they do.

·       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.

·       Having recurrent fantasies of forced-pregnancies by older men, to own and claim your life in the same way he claimed your holes.

·       Having a crippling fear of abandonment, coupled with the insatiable desire to attach yourself to unavailable men to live out that abandonment one more time.

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, married man who has few if any limits as to what he will do to your body, then you definitely are what I’m looking for.

We both know how this will end. But drama and pain are right and normal for us, aren’t they kitten?

Your new Daddy,

Ben