u/David-FF

As the title suggests, I’m a gentlemanly dominant (50, based in Geneva, Switzerland). If you read on, you’ll understand why I stand apart in this often confusing world. When I say I’m a gentleman, I truly mean it. Should you connect with me, you’ll undoubtedly be treated as a lady. My world revolves around high standards. Yours should, too. I’m sadistic yet sensual. Questions? Ask away. If we seem like a potential match, I’ll share my training routine.

A Real Dom vs. a Fake Dom

A genuine submissive craves a guiding soul, a dominant with real presence, self-belief, and control. Many try to lure subs with immediate dominant rules and demands. They’re not real Doms. They don’t attempt to understand you, your mind, soul, or heart, all of which should precede physical touch. My 25 years of experience and learning are based on the latter approach.

Consistency and Attention to Detail

My submissive will be special because I’m committed to making her feel that way. Whether together, traveling, or apart, she’ll follow her daily rituals, dress as outlined, and perform her tasks—not because I force her, but because she’ll want to. She’ll want to please, and in turn, she’ll be pleased. She’ll enjoy serving me, having been patiently guided through my ways. A true Dom is consistent, and my submissive will find peace and calmness through this consistency, feelings she’s likely never truly experienced before. She’ll hear my voice daily, diligently perform her tasks, and gladly present her daily reports. She’ll take joy in my analysis and thoughts. It will be an honor for her to be mine, as she feels an emancipation she never thought possible. But consistency is key. A Dom leaves no submissive in the dark.

Never Intimidated. Always Encouraged.

Many subs share stories of Doms who intimidate or force them into uncomfortable situations. That’s not a true Dom, but a bully. A Dom encourages and reinforces. Yes, rules are necessary, but they should never be used as threats. They’re for guidance, growth, and taking the next steps. She may be bound, gagged, or punished, but all will be to teach her better ways, guide her to her ultimate destination: a place of emotion, passion, peace, and above all, presence—the presence of her perfect Dom.

To Subs

Respect yourselves. Many Doms will try to tell you you don’t deserve this. You do. You deserve it because you’ve chosen to surrender. Do so carefully, and the fruits of your Dom’s wisdom will be yours to cherish, protect, and adore, just as you adore your gentleman Dom.

She looked at me. Still hazy. The kiss helped.

I took off the blindfold but left the collar on.

"How do you feel?"

"Empty. Sir. In a good way? Like I need more but I don't know what."

"Yeah. That's exactly where you should be."

I had her sit on the floor between my legs. Back against the sofa frame. I played with her hair. Let her come down.

"Sir?"

"Yep."

"The leash training... I liked it more than I thought I would."

"No kidding. Your pussy was dripping the whole time."

She went red. Still blushed after everything we'd done. Kind of cute actually.

"We'll build on that. The leash is my hand basically. You'll learn to feel what I want. No talking needed."

"Yes, Sir."

"But we're not done tonight."

She looked up. Wide eyes. Not afraid though.

"Up."

She stood. Barefoot. Cool floor. Collar caught the light.

"Bedroom. Face down on the bed. Same position as last time. Wrists behind you. No rope yet. Go."

She moved fast. No hesitation at all anymore.

I waited two minutes. Then walked in with a belt, a little vibrator, a wooden ruler, and some sticky notes. She turned her head when she heard me.

"Face forward. Don't watch."

She did.

I tied her wrists first. Soft cotton rope. Parallel, palm to palm. Then I took a longer piece and looped it around her upper arms, just above the elbows. Pulled until they touched. Not tight enough to hurt. Tight enough so she couldn't forget.

"You're wearing a tail tonight."

"A tail, Sir?"

"Yeah. Anal plug. Black faux fur. Something new."

She didn't say anything. But her thighs pressed together.

I lubed the plug slow. Made her wait. Then I spread her cheeks with one hand and pushed it in. She gasped. Then pushed back into it. Good.

"The tail looks good on you."

"Thank you, Sir."

I grabbed the sticky notes and a marker.

"Ok. I'm writing little commands on these. They go on your back. Every time you finish one, I take it off. If you mess up, I add one. Got it?"

"Yes, Sir."

She couldn't see what I wrote. I did:

EDGE. STOP. ASK.

HOLD STILL. RULER ON SOLES. COUNT TO TWENTY.

SING ONE VERSE.

BEG.

I stuck the first one between her shoulder blades.

"Read it."

"Edge. Stop. Ask. Sir."

"Good."

I turned on the vibrator and taped it to her inner thigh. Right against her clit. Not inside. Just... there.

"Stay still. Edge. When you're close, stop and ask permission. If you cum without asking, the tail comes out and we're done. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir. Please... I mean yes. Understood."

I sat in the chair by the window and watched.

Four minutes. That's how long she lasted before her hips started moving. She bit the pillow. Then:

"Sir... please... can I keep going?"

"Yeah."

Two more minutes. She was soaked. The ropes creaked.

"Sir... please again..."

"Edge again. Then stop. Then ask different."

"How, Sir?"

"Beg."

"Please, Sir... I'll be so good. I'll wear the tail all day tomorrow. Just let me—"

"Stop talking. Keep going."

She whimpered but did it. Ten seconds later she almost screamed it:

"Sir, I'm begging you. Please let me cum."

I got up. Peeled the first note off her back. Turned off the vibrator.

"Good girl. Not yet though. One more thing."

I peeled the second note and stuck it on.

"Read."

"Hold still. Ruler on soles. Count to twenty." ...Sir?

"You heard me."

I picked up the ruler. Tapped her left sole. Light. She flinched but stayed.

"One." Her voice shaky.

Tap on the right.

"Two."

By ten she was shaking. By fifteen there were tears on her cheeks. But she kept counting.

"Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty."

I put the ruler down and kissed the back of her neck.

"Good girl. Really still. That was good."

Took that note off. Put the third one.

"Sing."

She laughed. Actually laughed.

"Sir... right now?"

"Yeah. One verse. Anything."

She sang. Voice cracking:

"I'm down on my knees, I want to take you there..."

Madonna again. I grinned.

"Good. Last one."

Fourth note.

"Read it out loud."

"Beg." ...Sir I already did that.

"You asked. Now beg properly. Knees. Face down. Ass up. Tail in the air. No words for one minute. Just sounds."

She got into position right away. First twenty seconds nothing. Then a low moan. Then little whimpers. Then this broken noise, not even a word, just something raw.

I let her squirm through the whole minute.

Then I knelt behind her, gave the tail a gentle tug, and whispered:

"Ok. Now you can cum."

She did. Hard. Screaming into the mattress. Shaking. Tail bouncing. Ropes creaking like crazy.

I held her hips until she stopped shaking.

Then I untied everything except the collar. Rolled her over. Kissed her forehead.

"Water first. Then cuddles. Then maybe more."

"Yes, Sir."

She drank from the glass I held.

Then she curled up against my chest. Tail still in. Collar still on. Whispered:

"I love being yours."

I know, kiddo. I know.