Shared account – We both see everything.

I’m tasked as the gatekeeper—if you think you bypass and DM her directly, have fun getting lost in 1,000 unread messages. She enjoys the attention, but if you actually want a response, you know the process.

I do the screening and logistics, but final approval and consent come directly from her. She Approves; I Direct.  She has full control over who is involved; I handle the structure and direction once consent is given.

IF YOU DON'T HAVE RECENT TEST RESULTS AND AREN'T WILLING TO VERIFY FOR EVERYONE'S SAFETY, DON'T BOTHER.

Her: 5'5, HWP, D-cup. A bratty, submissive snow bunny with daddy issues and a true pain slut who enjoys age play. I’m a sub through and through, and having him handle vetting keeps the edge intact for me—I love the feeling of ownership and knowing I belong to him in this process. That said, I am 100% in control of who I meet and will personally verify before anything happens—looks, length, and girth are of the utmost importance. Once there’s enough interest that meets our standards, I’ll confirm I’m real and verified—username and date on paper.

Him: There’s always an incel in the comment section yapping about how this and that are fake. Yes, it doesn’t happen—in any universe with you in it. If it’s not clear by now, I’m a Sadistic Owner and a Dominant Handler, and she slid into my DMs for a reason. She’s my bitch, and I get to direct how this plays out. If you can’t follow orders, never played team sports, or don’t understand hierarchy and structured dynamics, don’t bother. This ain’t a democracy or a quasi-feudal system with a complex system of checks and balances. I’m the one who points the way.

Both: This is fully consensual CNC, with pre-scene verification (video chat on Snap, Signal, or Telegram), clear boundaries, and a safe word system in place. We also have a light system and a backup safety buddy on Moonlight. If you're not who you say you are in real life, you're being left at the hotel lobby.

You: Be comfortable with all of this being recorded. I'll remove tattoos and motion track blur everything else. But if anyone else takes out their phones, it's over for everyone. She wants hung—but not 'boy math' hung—she’s a real size queen and allegedly took a Dredd-sized one. 8" and up only, and it’s obvious when it’s not. And you can't be ugly. Be available late next week. No age cap, just be fit. Otherwise, an equal opportunity employer.

Be prepared to praise her, humiliate her, and degrade her. If you can't handle her crying, don't come. She's into Overstimulation, Forced Orgasms and Eye Contact, plus Edge and Resistance Play. No marks—no impact or breath play, or everyone goes home. I don’t have the patience for mistakes.

She will beg for us to stop and say no. The safe word will be handed out, and we will practice the light system before entering the room.

If you’re interested, your message title should be a safe word suggestion—this is the only vote anyone else gets, for obvious reasons. No pics, no tests, no reply. Bad literacy makes our eyes bleed and is quicker to get blocked than an ugly dick pic.

She has the final say on every interaction—no exceptions. I filter and screen to weed out the noise, but no one moves forward unless she personally verifies, approves, and consents in real time. No one is being arranged for anyone else. Every step follows explicit, mutual agreement, with pre-scene verification and safety protocols in place. If that’s a problem, don’t waste your time.