There’s no need for pleasantries. We both know exactly why you’re here.
My name is Alex, 41, southeast England, however, distance means nothing to me when the right kind of woman finally comes along.
I’m a 6ft tall, burly, bearded and rugged beast of a man who looks exactly like what I am. The type who will ruin you slowly, thoroughly and with smile on my face.
Day to day I’m a quiet, geeky and easygoing guy who smiles and blends in. I have worked incredibly hard over my life to achieve my goals and live a somewhat comfortable life.
That’s the mask I hide behind. When I’m alone the mask drops and you meet the calm and merciless sadist I’ve been for over twenty two years.
I enjoy intense degradation and humiliation. I will strip you of every last ounce of your dignity, your rights and own you outright.
My real skill isn’t just in the extreme kinks I practice. It’s in the way I like to study you. I notice the little lies you tell yourself, the jokes you hide behind and the things you’re ashamed to want. I find the filthiest and shameful corners of your mind and I slowly coax them out so you don’t need to pretend anymore.
This isn’t just about scenes and dirty talk. This is about building a trust so deep it becomes dangerous. I want access to your fears, your weaknesses, your need to be wanted and that overwhelming urge to be completely used.
I want to live inside your head until you can’t think straight without feeling me skulking about in there.
I’m looking for a woman who has always known, deep down, that she has never been “normal”. Someone who’s tired of performing and is finally ready to admit she was made to be used, controlled and ultimately reshaped by a man who enjoys her suffering.
Life gets in the way. Work, stress, studies and responsibilities etc. I understand that but I don’t want a woman who will vanish the moment it’s inconvenient. I want a woman who can think, communicate and who can still give me at least a little bit of conversation even when the rigours of life gets in the way. Because once I decide you’re mine then I’m all in and I expect the same from you.
You’ve probably been told your neediness is unattractive which is something with which I vehemently disagree with. When I own a woman I want her consumed, constantly checking her phone for my messages like the desperate creature she is. I want her rearranging her routines, her thoughts and her entire little life around me. I want her loyalty to feel inevitable, her attachment permanent and the kind that can leave an emotional scar.
I want real devotion. The kind that can hurt. I don’t do casual or temporary dynamics. I am possessive, obsessive and I stay long after everyone else would’ve given up on you.
What you look like or who you’re in a relationship with doesn’t particularly matter to me and should not matter to you either.
What matters is what’s inside that head of yours. That feeble, weak mind that I’m going to take apart piece by piece until you don’t recognise yourself anymore. True submission isn’t roleplay. It’s letting me keep parts of you forever.
If reading makes your stomach knot whilst reading this then you might actually be worth my time.