So let me paint a picture here and if you relate and want to enact it in its entirety or in parts, I’d love to hear from you.

I’m looking for a woman who loves to be loved and used. A hopeless romantic and hardcore sex addict who prefers being subservient to her man as opposed to being in control of her self or body. A woman who would wear my hands for a necklace and have me wear her as a shirt on backwards. 

While we live a nudist lifestyle in the home, but to the public you’d be a well dressed working woman who find ways to be home in time for your man. 

On a good day, you’d present yourself ready for when I want a drink and have me drink off your body or between your legs depending on where we are in the moment. And serve me acting as both the chef and plate for me to eat off of. As I eat, I’d feed you as well, because I wouldn’t want you to go hungry or be sad and not share what I have with you.

When we’re done, I’d lick you clean, and take you in to the shower where you’d clean me off with not just your hands. Afterwards, we’d retire to the bed or couch depending on the kind of day. As we rest our heads on each other, you feel my hands all over your body as we talk about the kind of day we had, how it made us feel and we’d talk about the kind of things we’d want to do both in the moment as well as in the future together. Eventually, I’d move my head to your breasts and grab myself a little milk while you’re milking me as well.

Finally we’d wrap up for the day where you confess the mistakes you made during the day and prepare to receive your punishment. As I do, you feel me getting hard and present yourself to be bred and have each of your holes filled to my satisfaction. If we’ve got more in us we’d rinse and repeat till we’re ready to sleep, at which time I’d feel your head on my chest listening to my heartbeat as your hand moved its way down to fondle my dick and balls.

By sunrise, one of us will be on top of the other as our ritualistic wake up call trumps the traditional alarm clock. Once we’re up, I’d bring in two cups of coffee with you ready to add your milk. After our morning coffee, you’d head to the kitchen, wear your apron (I wouldn’t want you getting burnt) and start breakfast for us. Once we’re done, we’d head for a bath where we’d again clean each other off, feeling my fingers between your legs rubbing you clean and ready for the day.

Next, we’d get ready with you picking our clothes out for both of us and helping me get dressed once we’d managed to tear ourselves apart long enough. You’d then get on your knees and give me a good luck blowjob before we head out the door waiting in anticipation for the evening when we’d repeat everything while you’re secretly hoping that someone frustrates me during the day for me to take that frustration out on you in the evening.