As the title says, i am looking for a CIS female to be an actual slave with contract and a obedience app to track her behavior, i will not say i want a dumb or easy prey, what i want is someone actually successful in life but deep down knows its place is to serve a master like me, i will convert it to the best version of itself and will make sure to make it know its place.

I will use everything you tell me willingly or non willingly to blackmail you into obedience and for my pleasure

If you that makes you wonder and think you can dm me and lets see what happens.

Selfies are in profile, nothing to hide

As the title says, i am looking for a CIS female to be an actual slave with contract and a obedience app to track her behavior, i will not say i want a dumb or easy prey, what i want is someone actually successful in life but deep down knows its place is to serve a master like me, i will convert it to the best version of itself and will make sure to make it know its place.

I will use everything you tell me willingly or non willingly to blackmail you into obedience and for my pleasure

If you that makes you wonder and think you can dm me and lets see what happens.

Selfies are in profile, nothing to hide

As the title says, i am looking for a CIS female to be an actual slave with contract and a obedience app to track her behavior, i will not say i want a dumb or easy prey, what i want is someone actually successful in life but deep down knows its place is to serve a master like me, i will convert it to the best version of itself and will make sure to make it know its place.

I will use everything you tell me willingly or non willingly to blackmail you into obedience and for my pleasure

If you that makes you wonder and think you can dm me and lets see what happens.

Selfies are in profile, nothing to hide

As the title says, i am looking for a CIS female to be an actual slave with contract and a obedience app to track her behavior, i will not say i want a dumb or easy prey, what i want is someone actually successful in life but deep down knows its place is to serve a master like me, i will convert it to the best version of itself and will make sure to make it know its place.

If you that makes you wonder and think you can dm me and lets see what happens.

As the title says, i am looking for a CIS female to be an actual slave with contract and a obedience app to track her behavior, i will not say i want a dumb or easy prey, what i want is someone actually successful in life but deep down knows its place is to serve a master like me, i will convert it to the best version of itself and will make sure to make it know its place.

If you that makes you wonder and think you can dm me and lets see what happens.

As dawn breaks, I’d stir awake to the soft jingle of your chain, your leg still tethered to the bedpost from the night’s ravages. With a firm grip on your hair, I’d untie you, dragging you trembling form to the steamy bathroom. There, under the cascading hot water, I’d scrub away the remnants of our passion, my marks blooming like bruises on your pale skin, your body arching involuntarily as my hands explore every curve, teasing your sensitive spots until you are whimpering for mercy I won’t grant just yet.

Once clean and glistening, I’d slide a sleek, unrelenting plug into your tight ass, watching your eyes widen with that delicious mix of discomfort and arousal. Then, the collar, cool leather snapping around your neck, the leash clipping on with a satisfying click. A quick tug to remind you of your place, and I’d head out to work, leaving you locked in your cage or kneeling in the corner, your mind swirling with anticipation, your body aching from the plug’s constant pressure. No distractions allowed; just hours of enforced solitude, building your desperation like a slow-burning fire.

When I return, you would be right there kneeling obediently by the door, your head bowed, hands clasped behind your back, the leash dangling invitingly. I’d snatch it up, leading you on all fours to the bedroom, your hips swaying hypnotically with each crawl. Off comes the leash, replaced by the shock collar: cold metal encircling your throat, connected by taut chains to gleaming nipple clamps that bite just enough to make you gasp. The remote in my pocket hums with promise. Next, I’d part your thighs, easing a powerful remote-controlled vibrator into your dripping pussy, setting it to a low, maddening pulse that edges you without release.

Now, to the living room. I’d lounge in my recliner, propping my feet on your arched back, your naked skin my personal footrest, radiating warmth like a living heater against my legs. In your hands, you would balance my drink tray, your arms locked in position, not a drop to spill. The game flickers on the screen, but my real entertainment is you, the subtle quiver of your muscles under my weight, the vibrator’s buzz driving you mad. If you shift even an inch, zap, a jolt through your neck and nipples, making your body convulse in electric ecstasy-pain. If you dares edge toward climax, my belt cracks across your ass, leaving red welts that sting with every vibration. And if tears streak your cheeks? Both at once, shock and whip, until you are a sobbing, quivering mess, begging incoherently.

Ninety minutes of this exquisite torment, plus overtime if the game runs long, all as foreplay. Your submission fueling my dominance, until finally, I drag you to the bed for the main event: unleashing everything you have endured into raw, unrelenting pleasure. And afterward? Gentle aftercare, unclamping, soothing, holding you close as my perfect pet drifts off, already dreaming of tomorrow

There is a massive difference between a guy who just wants to power-trip, and someone who actually knows how to hold space for you to let go.

To me, real submission isn’t about making you feel small. It’s about relief. It’s that exact moment a smart, capable woman realizes she can finally turn her brain off, stop managing everything, and trust that she’s completely safe to fall apart.

If you’re looking for a quick, low-effort chat, I’m probably not your guy. But if you want something with actual psychological depth, tension, and a bit of a dark edge, let's talk.

# A bit about me

By day, my life is about logic and structure. I’m a lead software engineer and architect at PwC, split between Sweden and the US. Building complex systems means I have to be patient, deliberate, and calm under pressure. I carry that same grounded energy into my personal life.

I’m 29, 185 cm, around 82 kg with a fit, athletic build. Visually, I carry my Egyptian roots black hair, dark eyes, and a laid-back but focused presence. When I’m not working, I’m usually staying active training for marathons, hitting the gym, or traveling. On the creative side, I love cooking, and I’ve played the guitar and piano for years.

I’m single, independent, and my life is already full. I’m not looking for someone to complete me; I’m looking for someone to build a specific kind of intense, beautiful connection with.

# In the scene

I’ve been a Dom/Master for over a decade now. It’s not a persona I put on; it’s just who I am in the bedroom. Over the last ten years, I’ve done it all gently guiding beginners, taming clever brats who like to test boundaries, and handling total ownership.

Because I’m entirely secure in my dominance, I don't need to force it or scream to get my way.

Depending on what we need, I can be the warm, protective Dom who shields you from the world, or the cold, sadistic Master who pushes your limits and strips away your walls. I enjoy both equally. The fun part for me isn't just the acts themselves it's figuring out exactly what makes your mind tick, and knowing how to break you down.

# What I'm looking for

I’m looking for a Female, CIS woman for an online dynamic that can naturally move into real life down the road. I travel a lot, so distance isn't an issue for me. This could be short-term or long-term it all depends on our chemistry.

I don't care about perfection, but I do care about honesty and depth.

**If this resonates:**

Skip the generic "hey" or "hi." Send me a message that actually says something. Tell me about the control you’re most tired of holding onto, or a boundary you’ve secretly wanted to push. Let’s see if our minds click first.

I want a toy I can break. A body I can bend, a mind I can shape like wet clay. Something fragile I can press my thumbs into. A soft thing. A ruin waiting to happen. A punching bag for my darker moods, a plaything for my softer ones. Someone who aches just to ache, just to suffer under my hands.
I will reduce you. Gently. Patiently. I will reprogram you. I will make you mindless and obedient and useful. I will turn you into something beautiful. Something that only exists for me. I’ll rewire your thoughts until all they do is ache for me. A leash made from your secrets. A mirror held up to every filthy little truth you thought you'd buried. And you? You’ll offer more.
And when I’m done, when your legs won’t hold you and your voice is raw from screaming or begging or both, you’ll crawl into bed like the obedient little toy you are. I’ll read you a story. Not to comfort you. To remind you. A bedtime tale about a prey animal who thought it could hide. But the hunter was patient. And hungry.
So tell me, how much of yourself do you really want me to know? How much do you want me to hold? If I haven’t replied, try again.
I verify. I like to hear the tremble in your voice. And I never forget the ones who begged to be caught.
Chat is open for you and you know yourself and how bad you want and need it. Open for irl and online

There is a massive difference between a guy who just wants to power-trip, and someone who actually knows how to hold space for you to let go.

To me, real submission isn’t about making you feel small. It’s about relief. It’s that exact moment a smart, capable woman realizes she can finally turn her brain off, stop managing everything, and trust that she’s completely safe to fall apart.

If you’re looking for a quick, low-effort chat, I’m probably not your guy. But if you want something with actual psychological depth, tension, and a bit of a dark edge, let's talk.

A bit about me

By day, my life is about logic and structure. I’m a lead software engineer and architect at PwC, split between Sweden and the US. Building complex systems means I have to be patient, deliberate, and calm under pressure. I carry that same grounded energy into my personal life.

I’m 29, 185 cm, around 82 kg with a fit, athletic build. Visually, I carry my Egyptian roots black hair, dark eyes, and a laid-back but focused presence. When I’m not working, I’m usually staying active training for marathons, hitting the gym, or traveling. On the creative side, I love cooking, and I’ve played the guitar and piano for years.

I’m single, independent, and my life is already full. I’m not looking for someone to complete me; I’m looking for someone to build a specific kind of intense, beautiful connection with.

In the scene

I’ve been a Dom/Master for over a decade now. It’s not a persona I put on; it’s just who I am in the bedroom. Over the last ten years, I’ve done it all gently guiding beginners, taming clever brats who like to test boundaries, and handling total ownership.

Because I’m entirely secure in my dominance, I don't need to force it or scream to get my way.

Depending on what we need, I can be the warm, protective Dom who shields you from the world, or the cold, sadistic Master who pushes your limits and strips away your walls. I enjoy both equally. The fun part for me isn't just the acts themselves it's figuring out exactly what makes your mind tick, and knowing how to break you down.

What I'm looking for

I’m looking for a Female, CIS woman for an online dynamic that can naturally move into real life down the road. I travel a lot, so distance isn't an issue for me. This could be short-term or long-term it all depends on our chemistry.

I don't care about perfection, but I do care about honesty and depth.

If this resonates:

Skip the generic "hey" or "hi." Send me a message that actually says something. Tell me about the control you’re most tired of holding onto, or a boundary you’ve secretly wanted to push. Let’s see if our minds click first.

There is a massive difference between a guy who just wants to power-trip, and someone who actually knows how to hold space for you to let go.

To me, real submission isn’t about making you feel small. It’s about relief. It’s that exact moment a smart, capable woman realizes she can finally turn her brain off, stop managing everything, and trust that she’s completely safe to fall apart.

If you’re looking for a quick, low-effort chat, I’m probably not your guy. But if you want something with actual psychological depth, tension, and a bit of a dark edge, let's talk.

A bit about me

By day, my life is about logic and structure. I’m a lead software engineer and architect at PwC, split between Sweden and the US. Building complex systems means I have to be patient, deliberate, and calm under pressure. I carry that same grounded energy into my personal life.

I’m 29, 185 cm, around 82 kg with a fit, athletic build. Visually, I carry my Egyptian roots black hair, dark eyes, and a laid-back but focused presence. When I’m not working, I’m usually staying active training for marathons, hitting the gym, or traveling. On the creative side, I love cooking, and I’ve played the guitar and piano for years.

I’m single, independent, and my life is already full. I’m not looking for someone to complete me; I’m looking for someone to build a specific kind of intense, beautiful connection with.

In the scene

I’ve been a Dom/Master for over a decade now. It’s not a persona I put on; it’s just who I am in the bedroom. Over the last ten years, I’ve done it all gently guiding beginners, taming clever brats who like to test boundaries, and handling total ownership.

Because I’m entirely secure in my dominance, I don't need to force it or scream to get my way.

Depending on what we need, I can be the warm, protective Dom who shields you from the world, or the cold, sadistic Master who pushes your limits and strips away your walls. I enjoy both equally. The fun part for me isn't just the acts themselves it's figuring out exactly what makes your mind tick, and knowing how to break you down.

I will use everything you give me to blackmail you into obedience.

What I'm looking for

I’m looking for a Female, CIS woman for an online dynamic that can naturally move into real life down the road. I travel a lot, so distance isn't an issue for me. This could be short-term or long-term it all depends on our chemistry.

I don't care about perfection, but I do care about honesty and depth.

If this resonates:

Skip the generic "hey" or "hi." Send me a message that actually says something. Tell me about the control you’re most tired of holding onto, or a boundary you’ve secretly wanted to push. Let’s see if our minds click first.

Here is a day of your life under my control as my pet slave.
As dawn breaks, I’d stir awake to the soft jingle of your chain, your leg still tethered to the bedpost from the night’s ravages. With a firm grip on your hair, I’d untie you, dragging you trembling form to the steamy bathroom. There, under the cascading hot water, I’d scrub away the remnants of our passion, my marks blooming like bruises on your pale skin, your body arching involuntarily as my hands explore every curve, teasing your sensitive spots until you are whimpering for mercy I won’t grant just yet.
Once clean and glistening, I’d slide a sleek, unrelenting plug into your tight ass, watching your eyes widen with that delicious mix of discomfort and arousal. Then, the collar, cool leather snapping around your neck, the leash clipping on with a satisfying click. A quick tug to remind you of your place, and I’d head out to work, leaving you locked in your cage or kneeling in the corner, your mind swirling with anticipation, your body aching from the plug’s constant pressure. No distractions allowed; just hours of enforced solitude, building your desperation like a slow-burning fire.
When I return, you would be right there kneeling obediently by the door, your head bowed, hands clasped behind your back, the leash dangling invitingly. I’d snatch it up, leading you on all fours to the bedroom, your hips swaying hypnotically with each crawl. Off comes the leash, replaced by the shock collar: cold metal encircling your throat, connected by taut chains to gleaming nipple clamps that bite just enough to make you gasp. The remote in my pocket hums with promise. Next, I’d part your thighs, easing a powerful remote-controlled vibrator into your dripping pussy, setting it to a low, maddening pulse that edges you without release.
Now, to the living room. I’d lounge in my recliner, propping my feet on your arched back, your naked skin my personal footrest, radiating warmth like a living heater against my legs. In your hands, you would balance my drink tray, your arms locked in position, not a drop to spill. The game flickers on the screen, but my real entertainment is you, the subtle quiver of your muscles under my weight, the vibrator’s buzz driving you mad. If you shift even an inch, zap, a jolt through your neck and nipples, making your body convulse in electric ecstasy-pain. If you dares edge toward climax, my belt cracks across your ass, leaving red welts that sting with every vibration. And if tears streak your cheeks? Both at once, shock and whip, until you are a sobbing, quivering mess, begging incoherently.
Ninety minutes of this exquisite torment, plus overtime if the game runs long, all as foreplay. Your submission fueling my dominance, until finally, I drag you to the bed for the main event: unleashing everything you have endured into raw, unrelenting pleasure. And afterward? Gentle aftercare, unclamping, soothing, holding you close as my perfect pet drifts off, already dreaming of tomorrow

I want a toy I can break. A body I can bend, a mind I can shape like wet clay. Something fragile I can press my thumbs into. A soft thing. A ruin waiting to happen. A punching bag for my darker moods, a plaything for my softer ones. Someone who aches just to ache, just to suffer under my hands.
I will reduce you. Gently. Patiently. I will reprogram you. I will make you mindless and obedient and useful. I will turn you into something beautiful. Something that only exists for me. I’ll rewire your thoughts until all they do is ache for me. A leash made from your secrets. A mirror held up to every filthy little truth you thought you'd buried. And you? You’ll offer more.
And when I’m done, when your legs won’t hold you and your voice is raw from screaming or begging or both, you’ll crawl into bed like the obedient little toy you are. I’ll read you a story. Not to comfort you. To remind you. A bedtime tale about a prey animal who thought it could hide. But the hunter was patient. And hungry.
So tell me, how much of yourself do you really want me to know? How much do you want me to hold? If I haven’t replied, try again.
I verify. I like to hear the tremble in your voice. And I never forget the ones who begged to be caught.
Chat is open for you and you know yourself and how bad you want and need it. Open for irl and online

I want a toy I can break. A body I can bend, a mind I can shape like wet clay. Something fragile I can press my thumbs into. A soft thing. A ruin waiting to happen. A punching bag for my darker moods, a plaything for my softer ones. Someone who aches just to ache, just to suffer under my hands.
I will reduce you. Gently. Patiently. I will reprogram you. I will make you mindless and obedient and useful. I will turn you into something beautiful. Something that only exists for me. I’ll rewire your thoughts until all they do is ache for me. A leash made from your secrets. A mirror held up to every filthy little truth you thought you'd buried. And you? You’ll offer more.
And when I’m done, when your legs won’t hold you and your voice is raw from screaming or begging or both, you’ll crawl into bed like the obedient little toy you are. I’ll read you a story. Not to comfort you. To remind you. A bedtime tale about a prey animal who thought it could hide. But the hunter was patient. And hungry.
So tell me, how much of yourself do you really want me to know? How much do you want me to hold? And how much are willing to be blackmailed with, If I haven’t replied, try again.
I verify. I like to hear the tremble in your voice. And I never forget the ones who begged to be caught.
Chat is open for you and you know yourself and how bad you want and need it. Open for irl and online

I want a toy I can break. A body I can bend, a mind I can shape like wet clay. Something fragile I can press my thumbs into. A soft thing. A ruin waiting to happen. A punching bag for my darker moods, a plaything for my softer ones. Someone who aches just to ache, just to suffer under my hands.

I will reduce you. Gently. Patiently. I will reprogram you. I will make you mindless and obedient and useful. I will turn you into something beautiful. Something that only exists for me. I’ll rewire your thoughts until all they do is ache for me. A leash made from your secrets. A mirror held up to every filthy little truth you thought you'd buried. And you? You’ll offer more.

And when I’m done, when your legs won’t hold you and your voice is raw from screaming or begging or both, you’ll crawl into bed like the obedient little toy you are. I’ll read you a story. Not to comfort you. To remind you. A bedtime tale about a prey animal who thought it could hide. But the hunter was patient. And hungry.

So tell me, how much of yourself do you really want me to know? How much do you want me to hold? If I haven’t replied, try again.

I verify. I like to hear the tremble in your voice. And I never forget the ones who begged to be caught.

Chat is open for you and you know yourself and how bad you want and need it. Open for irl and online

I want a toy I can break. A body I can bend, a mind I can shape like wet clay. Something fragile I can press my thumbs into. A soft thing. A ruin waiting to happen. A punching bag for my darker moods, a plaything for my softer ones. Someone who aches just to ache, just to suffer under my hands.

I will reduce you. Gently. Patiently. I will reprogram you. I will make you mindless and obedient and useful. I will turn you into something beautiful. Something that only exists for me. I’ll rewire your thoughts until all they do is ache for me. A leash made from your secrets. A mirror held up to every filthy little truth you thought you'd buried. And you? You’ll offer more.

And when I’m done, when your legs won’t hold you and your voice is raw from screaming or begging or both, you’ll crawl into bed like the obedient little toy you are. I’ll read you a story. Not to comfort you. To remind you. A bedtime tale about a prey animal who thought it could hide. But the hunter was patient. And hungry.

So tell me, how much of yourself do you really want me to know? How much do you want me to hold? If I haven’t replied, try again.

I verify. I like to hear the tremble in your voice. And I never forget the ones who begged to be caught.

I will use everything against you, i will blackmail you with every single info i have even if you don't know where it came from

Chat is open for you and you know yourself and how bad you want and need it. Open for irl and online