Don’t we all wear masks?

I know, I do. These masks that society forces on us. The perfect son. The perfect father. The respected elder brother. Won’t say the perfect husband, cos as I move into the final stages of divorce after 11 years of messy situations and narcissistic abuse, I’ve done things recently that I don’t think qualify me for that. But I’ve no regrets. But beneath those masks there’s this Dark Passenger (Dexter fans would probably get what I’m saying) that I have always repressed. And now that I can finally express myself, it wants to feed more and more. It needs to unlock itself, unleash itself, burn in its own flames and set the world around it on flames as well.

For cuck/hotwife couples, I’m not your typical 12 inched bull; nor do I last 45 minutes. But what I am is kinky, perverted, dominating when I need to be and respectful when circumstances demand it. If someone’s in the humiliation kink, there are depths of depravity that I can help you tap into that you wouldn’t have thought of before. But if someone’s more inclined to the stag/vixen dynamic, then there are depths of depravity and realms of possibility that I’d like to explore with the two of you.

For the females, while I’m an as I proudly like to label myself an equal opportunity horndawg, but some things that really get me going is cheating, interfaith/interracial situations sprinkled with some consensual name calling or shaming on both sides, age gaps, and the possibility of being with someone who’s way out of my league. Another possibility - maybe you’re an alpha feminist corporate overachiever, who dresses to the nines and treats her inferiors with contempt or disregard, but is just looking for the right master to unlock her inner submissive. You could be a khaleeji hijabi tired of all us brown folk here who’re always complaining but secretly you want to spread your legs and be taken to pound town. Or you could be the typical modern Levantine Arab who looks down on most other nationalities but is secretly desiring to be pushed into a wall in her expensively decorated flat and used like she needs to be. Or the average desi who has had her fair share of men, but never felt comfortable being challenged - yet. Or a white female, who’s always thought subcontinental men are just not trustworthy enough.

Happy to hear ideas and brainstorm about how I could make your fantasies come true.

Do let me know what masks you wear in Daddy’s DMs.