{Fetish post aimed at an adult woman who fantasises about being a man's slave. If that's not your thing, don't break a sweat. Move on.}

I'm looking for an adult woman who is independent and empowered enough to choose to be a man's slave. I mean that not as a mere sex slave - which I feel is like freeuse with a bit of protocol, but also as a slave who is owned and used by her master on levels that are not necessarily sexual.

To be my slave is to hold the ashtray up for me while I smoke.

To be my slave is to scrub and wash my feet.

To be my slave is to play hopscotch naked in my living room because I told you to amuse me.

To be my slave is to kiss and thank me when I cane your breasts.

And while you engage in these unequivocal acts of servitude, you will also be groped, fingered, penetrated and cum on. All of which should swell your bosom with pride (and hot pain) because you are being of use to the man who owns you.

To be my slave is to view my pleasure as your purpose.

With the right fit, I will pursue this dynamic for a longish period over which you could be trained and molded into the specific ways I desire. For the beginning though, we try out a 12 hour window where you provisionally serve me as a slave.

I expect this to be during the night, so there is no point contacting me with a curfew at your end. The ideal format is we both finish our work days and meet at around 8 pm, and I own you until the following morning 8 am.

I plan to take this a bit slow. I have some dark kinks, but I respect limits and safewords. What I am looking for in this specific dynamic is subservience more than sexual deviance.

And what better time than independence day to ponder and exercise your right to be owned and used as livestock. Bonus points if you tell me you are a feminist and feel yourself most authentically expressed when you are slapped by a man.

{Be female. Be adult. Make your own decisions.}

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