u/CompetitiveCelery927

Denver/Golden area pervs,

I’m a 52-year-old, fit, sadistic Daddy who’s done lurking your desperate young posts. You 18-23yo college sluts get soaked thinking about an older man who doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t apologize, and treats your tight holes like they were made for his cock. You crave the kind of pervert who’ll collar you, plug your ass for class, edge you until you’re crying, then fuck your throat raw while calling you his worthless cumdump.

I’m thick-bearded, hung, and experienced in turning innocent(ish) girls into dripping, obedient fucktoys. I get off on the massive age gap—making you beg “Daddy please” while I stretch your pussy/ass, slap your tits red, choke you to the edge, breed you deep (fantasy or real, your call), degrade you until you’re humiliated and horny, force you into public play (remote vibe at the mall? yes), film every degrading second (face blurred if needed), and ruin you so vanilla boys your age feel like limp disappointments forever.

Kinks I crave pushing on a eager young sub:

• Heavy degradation & verbal humiliation (“daddy’s stupid little whore”)

• CNC/rough forced play

• Breeding/impreg risk talk

• Anal training & gaping

• Impact (spanking, slapping, belts)

• Orgasm control/denial/edging torture

• Collar & leash, objectification, free-use fantasy

• Public/risky exposure (plugs, no panties, car play)

• Light choking & breath play

• Age play edge (call me Daddy while I “punish” my naughty girl)

You: 18-23 only, petite/athletic/curvy (all hot), genuinely submissive and kink-hungry—not just “curious.” Be DDF, local(ish) to Denver/Golden area, able to host or meet at hotels/Airbnbs. Respect safewords/limits, but once we negotiate, I expect total surrender.

If reading this has your panties soaked and you’re already touching yourself imagining my big hands owning you. Include:

• Your age

• 1-2 pics (SFW to start, face optional)

• Your hardest kink/fetish you’ve never admitted out loud

• One sentence proving you’re the filthy girl I’m looking for

Don’t waste my time with “hi” or flakes. Serious depraved sluts only—let’s turn your darkest fantasies into reality this week.

52-year-old experienced, sadistic man in Denver looking for a small, petite, young (18-25 preferred) female slave who is already in the Denver area and ready to meet in person sooner rather than later.
I’m not offering full 24/7 cohabitation or romance. This is about ownership and use. For the right broken-in property, I will help cover your rent so you can focus on serving — but it will be a bare, filthy shit-hole apartment that matches your true status as my slave. Minimal furniture, locks on the outside of your cage room, constant reminders of your place. You keep the place, I keep you.
My kinks are dark, frequent, and non-negotiable:
• Heavy beatings — belts, canes, paddles, fists. Marks that last.
• Rape play / CNC — I take you whenever and however I want. “No” and tears only make it better.
• Free use — your holes are available 24/7. I show up unannounced, use you while you sleep, while you’re cooking, while you’re crying.
• Water sports — piss training, drinking, wearing it, begging for it.
• Caging — long hours locked in a small metal cage when you’re not in use.
• Plus choking, slapping, degradation, humiliation, objectification, forced orgasms/denial, and whatever else entertains me.
You must be small and easy to manhandle. Already local in Denver or very close. Naturally compliant or craving to be trained into total obedience. I will push your limits hard. Safeword exists but will be ignored during CNC scenes — that’s the entire point.
This starts with strict rules and regular meetings, building toward deeper control. Serious local girls only. Send your age, height/weight, experience, and a clear explanation of why you need a cruel older Owner like me. Recent face + body pics required. Vague or distant responses ignored.
If you’re scared reading this… you should be. That’s the right starting point.
Local Denver slaves — message me. I’m ready to claim and use what’s mine.

Heather and I had been together for almost a year. To the outside world we looked like any other couple, both working long hours, but behind closed doors it was a different story. She wasn’t allowed to wear panties and if the outfit allowed for it I kept her ass plugged most of the time. I used her roughly, leaving her bruised, marked, and sore. Bondage and relentless humiliation were our normal.
Lately I’d grown bored with her. With her 27th birthday coming up, I decided it was time to break her down further… for better or worse.
I invited our mutual friends, several of her co-workers, and her 22 year old sister Bethany to a “surprise” birthday party at my house. I told Heather to be there by 5 PM to “help set up” before guests arrived at 7.
When she walked in, the furniture had already been rearranged and her own small dog kennel sat prominently in the living room corner. She looked at it with wide eyes and asked if I was going to put it away. I just smiled.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m throwing a tablecloth over it and using it as the bar.”
We finished setting out food and music. At 6:45 I snapped my fingers and pointed at the floor. “Strip.”
Heather obeyed instantly. I cuffed her wrists tightly behind her back, shoved her to her knees, and spent a long time brutally face-fucking her, slapping her tear-streaked face whenever she gagged too loudly. Then I dragged her by the hair toward the kennel.
“No… please…” she whimpered.
I slapped her hard. “Get in the fucking cage, slut. The music won’t be loud enough to completely drown you out, so if you make any noise your friends and co-workers are going to discover what a pathetic, caged fucktoy you really are on your own birthday.”
Sobbing quietly, she crawled inside. I slammed the gate shut, locked it, and draped the tablecloth over the top. I finished setting up the bar just as the first guests arrived.
Her work friends came first. Then Bethany showed up looking sexy as hell in a tight little dress. She hugged me tight, pressing her body against mine, and thanked me for throwing her big sister such a nice party. I smiled and told her it was my pleasure.
As the house filled with twenty-five people, everyone kept asking where Heather was. Around 8:15 I made a show of looking irritated and checking my phone. Bethany rubbed my arm comfortingly and said, loud enough for the cage to hear, “She’s always fucking late and so ungrateful. You do so much for her and she never appreciates it.”
We leaned against the bar, right on top of her trapped sister,and spent the next hour openly mocking Heather. Bethany got drunker and meaner, calling her selfish, lazy, and a shitty girlfriend. Every word landed directly on the naked, caged girl beneath us.
Eventually I announced I’d gotten a text: Heather wasn’t coming. “Something came up.” Bethany rolled her eyes in disgust. “What a fucking bitch. You deserve so much better.”
By midnight only a few people remained. My good friend Brian and his girlfriend Karen were far too drunk to drive so they took the guest room. Once they were gone, a very drunk and horny Bethany pressed herself against me on the couch.
“Where am I sleeping tonight?” she purred.
I kissed her hard, then led her to the bar. I lifted her onto it, right above her sister’s cage, yanked her skirt up, ripped her thong down her legs, and slammed my cock into her soaked pussy. I fucked her raw and mercilessly while Heather was forced to listen to every thrust and moan just inches away.
Bethany moaned like a whore, getting off on the depravity. “How much tighter is my cunt than Heather’s… I bet you’ve wanted to fuck me for so long, haven’t you? Fuck me harder than you ever fucked my pathetic sister!”
I laughed and degraded Heather out loud while pounding Bethany. “Your little pussy feels way better. You’re actually worth something. She’s just a worthless set of holes I keep around for fun.”
Bethany came loudly, screaming about how much better she was than her sister. After I finished inside her, she kicked her clothes aside and strutted naked to my bedroom like she already owned the place.
I waited until she was gone, then lifted the tablecloth.
Heather was a broken, tear-soaked mess,red eyes, snot running down her face, trembling in the tiny cage. She looked up at me with total devastation.
I smiled down at her coldly.
“I love you, baby. Happy 30th birthday. We’re just getting started this weekend. You’re going to learn exactly how worthless you are while your little sister takes your place.”