DISCLAIMER:

Some people seem to conflate an interest in CnC and the power dynamics that come with it with an actual desire to cause harm to a non-consenting person.

I do not, and have no desire for any non-consensual happenings.

There are also a lot of people who claim that they want CnC, but then don't do any of the necessary safety prep to ensure that everyone is safe and happy in the scenario.

If you are not willing to give a kink as potentially harmful and extreme as roleplay rape and consensual nonconsent, then I am not the dom for you.

Here's a little about me:

I value informed and enthusiastic consent.

I value the person who is trusting me to do right by them when they are at their most vulnerable.

I may act maliciously, and speak as though I have no regard for you, or your limits. It's all just that: an act. It's a switch that I can flip at any given moment. I'm always in control of myself- even if the scenario seems like it's getting out of hand.

I've always been the kind of person who seeks out new experiences and sensations all the time.

New people to talk to, new places to see, new tastes, and sights, and smells.

When it comes to sex, however, I would say that I treat it as a way to deeper understand the people I know and interact with. To me, sex hinges on our abilities to let go. To stop thinking. To let the world melt away while myself and my partner experience one another in the most intimate way that I can think of.

I'm very "service-oriented" in my dominance. I like to fill the exact role that my submissive needs from me. If you need Daddy, then you get him. If you need cruelty, then you will receive it. If you want to be objectified and abused, then I will happily do so.

It all depends on our negotiations.

But enough of that! You're here for the sexy stuff, not my kinky philosophy.

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It's that time of year again, isn't it? The sun is coming out earlier, the air is getting warmer, and the ocean is cool, and crisp. Sweatpants, sweatshirts, and boots are being replaced with sundresses, and open toed shoes. New Year's Resolutioners who stuck to their goals are eager to experience the start of the warmer seasons by finally breaking in that new swimsuit that they finally have the confidence to wear, and those who have an abundance of body confidence are strutting their stuff- all without worry.

In short- you're all happy with yourselves, and how things may be changing.

And I'll be watching the entire time.

I'll watch as you walk from bar to bar with your friends, and family. I'll watch how you become a little less coordinated, and more sociable, with every sip.

I'll watch your friends', and family's, amusement shift into annoyance, then apathy. If they're decent people, then they'llq likely take care of you. But if they're like the majority of others I've seen, then all I have to do is wait until they go from apathy, to abandonment. They'll leave your sloppy self to your own devices, and continue enjoying their lovely time away from the hustle and bustle of their daily lives. One, or two, of them may feel a flash of guilt for leaving you behind, but those feeling will quickly pass.

They'll rationalize their decision to leave you. You're a grown woman. You can make your own decisions. You know your limits. You wouldn't do anything dangerous by yourself.

Meanwhile, I've already swooped in to help take care of you. I'm making you drink water. I'm asking you who you can call, or text, to get help. You're too embarrassed to admit that you need your more responsible friends to come and get you, so you say that there's nobody, and that you're alone.

I ,of course, am shocked. Am I really the only person who could see that you were in distress? What a horrible way to spend your spring break. Alone, and too addled to care for yourself.

I offer a taxi- you reject it. You don't know the taxi companies here, and if they're trustworthy. They are, but I choose not to disclose that quite yet. I ask if you can call an uber for yourself- you can't. You were banned after ruining the interior of another vehicle.

All of this to say that, somehow, someway, you'll end up alone with me. When we finally cross that threshold, my soft eyes will harden, and the grip I had on you for "stability" will become one that is meant to hold you in place for what comes next.

If you're curious about how this little scenario will end, then send me a message.

Tell me how you felt when you read this ad, and why you think that we'll be a good fit.

Tell me how long you'll be in town, and where you'll be hanging out.

Tell me your safe words, and your limits. They will be respected.

Just understand that, with me, an encounter can only end one way: when I hold you down, look you in your eyes, and forcefully breed you.

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I know that this was a lot to read, but I try to take a kink with so much potential for danger very seriously.

My ever expanding list of kinks includes: CnC/Ravishment, throat fucking, forced bi, face slapping, spanking, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, anal training, collars, mental conditioning, bruises, choking, takedown play, rope/ribbon bondage, free use, pet training, and (my personal favorite) breeding/creampies.

If you're a visual person, then please don't hesitate to check out this little gallery It contains photos of myself, and how I've enjoyed spending my time. I hope that you like what you see!

I hope to hear from you soon.

• Leon, the Rent a Ravisher