u/Adam-Bliz

Hello,

I’m a 28-year-old guy from Mumbai athletic build, clean, and genuinely dominant by nature.

I’m looking to build a real long-term power exchange dynamic with a submissive girl who wants to be owned and trained as a devoted slave. Someone who craves structure, control, and the freedom that comes with surrendering completely.

My kinks & style:

Strong focus on bondage (especially rope), restraints, discipline, obedience training, and light to medium impact play. I also enjoy humiliation, degradation, service submission, sensory play, and gradually pushing limits in a safe & consensual way. I’m very hands-on and particular about aftercare.

What I’m looking for:

A girl (20+) based in Mumbai who’s serious about submission and wants something ongoing, not just casual play.

Interested in rope bondage, rules, protocols, and being molded into a proper slave.

Open to masochism, body writing, petplay, or other kinks we can explore together.

Honest, consistent, and ready to invest in building trust and connection.

Monogamous dynamic preferred.

Safety, consent, and mutual respect will always come first. This is not just about sessions I want a real D/s relationship where you can let go and I take control.

If you’re genuinely interested and feel a connection with this, message me with:

Your age & location

Your experience level

What draws you to this dynamic

Mention “Redrope” in your first message so I know you’ve read this properly.

I prefer to keep it short and sweet here. Always open for further discussions.

I met her here two years ago. Just a nervous little message: I’ve never done anything like this before, Sir.

Two weeks later she was sending me daily pussy pics from her work bathroom with her panties pulled to the side, whispering “I’m Daddy’s desperate little slut” into voice notes while her cage leaked.

The online training was brutal and beautiful.

I had her locked in a pink cage within the first week. She bought it on my command and sent the timestamped video of her clicking the lock while repeating my affirmations. Every morning she woke up to my voice note telling her what a pathetic, horny girl she was. I made her edge to hypno files for 45 minutes before work, no cumming allowed. She started wearing plugs to the office. Sent me pictures of her soaked thighs in the car after a full day of clenching around it, desperate and leaking.

She called me Sir at first.

Then “Daddy.”

Then she just started whimpering and moaning my name like a bitch in heat.

The first time we met IRL she showed up at the hotel already plugged, caged, and wearing lingerie under a long coat like I ordered. The second she walked in I grabbed her by the throat, pushed her against the wall and told her she was finally home.

I made her strip slowly. On her knees. Eyes on me the whole time. Then I throat-fucked her until mascara ran down her pretty face while she gagged out “Thank you Daddy” between strokes. I bent her over, yanked the plug out and replaced it with my cock. She was shaking, moaning, and cumming hands-free within minutes like the desperate sissy she is.

Second meet was even filthier.

Full femme this time heels, wig, makeup, slutty little dress. I kept her edged for three straight hours. Tied her spread-eagle on the bed, teased her locked clit with my tongue until she was crying and begging. When I finally let her cum, I made her thank me while I filled her like the cumdump she was born to be.

She looked so fucking broken and happy. Eyes glazed, lips swollen, thighs trembling, whispering “I’m just Daddy’s holes” over and over.

Real life tried to get in the way (distance, guilt, work stress) but even now, months later, she still sends me voice notes when she’s touching herself, telling me no one else has ever made her feel this owned.