My subs exist inside a self-made mindfuck. They take the hypnosis and mind-control fantasies I put in their heads and latch onto them, day after day, until they think, feel, believe, and behave as if their will has been stolen, guided into a subspace so empty and pure that they, at last, leave themselves no choices. I create these landscapes as I see fit, and without apology—for to submit to less than the whole of me is to submit to nothing at all.

The woman who replies to this post craves to be molded—rewritten—turned into a cumslut, desperate to drip with salty flavor—ready to touch herself and spit on herself and make herself orgasm at a moment’s notice. She wants her mind to be the canvas upon which I paint my wildest dreams, and she is prepared to dig deep to achieve her goal of becoming exactly what her master wants her to be.

But she must be more than a vessel. She must be an intelligent, confident, independent woman who owns her existence and engages in surrender to suit her needs.

I do not seek the ordinary, one-night, one-orgasm chat that vanishes like a ghost fleeing the dawn. I want to do more than bark orders and write smut. I want someone who will open up—someone who understands an orgasm is 1/10th eroticism and 9/10ths conversation. I want someone who engages and interests me, because I want to be engaging and interesting enough to earn the right to ruin her.

I am a writer. I use my skills to make girls cum.

I am a real, genuine human being who chooses to be a shameless dick on here. I lay out my desires nakedly and without regrets.

I am a slut who will never be satisfied with a single sub. It should arouse you that I am not.

I am married to an amazing wife who embraces my needs and from whom I have no secrets. She has access to every word I write here. You needn’t worry about getting too close.

You need only surrender—submit—open your mind—cum—and send me a reddit chat.