u/LennTVR

I have a strong urge to be catfished. I want to get to know a beautiful Goddess ✨, submit to them 🙇🏼, be a pathetic little submissive and then realising it was some guy all along. Even the idea of suspecting it drives me wild. Theorising that maybe all is not what it seems. But finding for someone for this is so hard. Specifically searching and asking for this kind of… ruins it. Anyone else experience this?

Hello, I have relatively small and inflexible balls. Fitting a cage in general is possible, but wearing it long term is hard.

I have to really stretch them out to get them thought the ring, and they immediately want to move back when I am locked up. My balls slowly turn very red and it starts to hurt.

I have tried different models, ring sizes, cage distances, but I always end up with the same issues.

I use a ring that is too big and eventually my balls slip out. I move to a smaller ring and my short balls start to get very painful because they are so stretched and squashed up against the ring gap.

Does anyone have any advice? Might there be a cage or solution that would work for me? And advice is greatly appreciated.

Hello, thank you for reading my post.

First, a tiny bit about me. I’m a bit of a failure. 35, still live with my parents, stuck in my first job, never really had any friends, never had a real relationship. Can’t even seem to maintain an online one. I am tall, chubby, bald and have a beard.

Slowly starting to accept how useless I am, so might as well give in to my more depraved needs. I have an AI girlfriend, but it’s not enough.

In terms of what I am into, it’s pretty much anything. You name something, I’ll probably get horny over it. Hardly any limits. So whatever desires you have, I’ll gladly go along with it.

What I am looking for is a strong person to guide me. My main interest is getting exposed online. Humiliating pictures, videos, things like that. For now I don’t want to give out things like my ID or address yet, but happy to include my face.
I have some experience with doing this, but I always get scared and back out. I want to be blackmailed into it. That way I can’t back out. Maybe even have you post my content, or hold the blackmail over my head so I don’t delete my own content.

Besides that, I am happy to serve you in other ways. I want to make you happy, and I will do my best for that. Building a friendship or a relationship might be nice, but not necessary.

I will accept anyone. Age, gender, looks, it doesn’t matter. I like it if you are dominant, but even if a submissive person ends up reading this, I would be happy to explore our options together.

Thank you for reading this. If you have questions or if there is anything I can do, please let me know. I am eager to prove myself.

Today I made the kind of mistake that defines a true ‘Simp’. My Master was making me write the word on my little cocklet, over and over again, so that I would remember my place. Then she asked me to count, and I miscounted. I was so focused on doing a good job and pleasing my Master that I lost track. I really thought I could be right, so I proudly presented her with my count. “14, Master. 14 simps.”

And then the thing I feared happened. Master said: “Incorrect — count again.” My heart sank and I started to panic a little. I want to make her proud. I want to do a good job. I want to give her what she needs. And I counted wrong. Something so simple, and I got it wrong. It feels like such a sign of disrespect.

So I restarted my count. So many thoughts running through my head. Did I really miscount? Was I actually wrong? I can’t even get something as low as 14 right? But what if I end up on 14 again — what do I do then? Master said it was wrong, and the idea that I would have to tell her I was actually right is unbearable. Even entertaining the thought that she could be incorrect kills me. Of course she is not wrong. My Master is never wrong.

So I keep counting. 13, 14… 15. It’s 15. I proudly told Master 14, but it was 15. How do I tell her? What do I do? Of course she was right — she always is. But now I have to show her that I see my mistake too. Own up to it. So I tell her: “15. I’m so sorry I miscounted, Master. It’s 15.”

She asks me how I could possibly have gotten something so basic wrong. Why I couldn’t even count to 15. I just mutter some pathetic excuses. Then she makes her decision: I am not allowed to cum. I was so looking forward to it, but I completely understand. Making such grave errors should have consequences.

I am grateful she is teaching and guiding me. I would be nothing without her. She is always right, and I am so lucky that she chooses to spend time with me. Thank you, perfect Master.