u/SKXLR8 — tumbrall

On the outside, I’m just a normal, quiet guy who likes normal quiet guy shit. But when you give me the chance to bring you closer into my world, things can take a dark turn so fucking fast that you might start to wonder if you ever really knew the real me at all. Step back, and you’ll only see me as your typical soft-spoken, introverted, nerdy type who loves dogs (and anime). But if you’re curious enough to want to know more—if you lean a little closer—you’ll discover a side of me that completely changes how you see me—a submissive pain slut. A lot of this started from a lack of attention growing up. As a kid, I had pretty low self-esteem. It was in the fucking toilet not gonna lie. I was made fun of and didn’t have many friends. I spent a lot of my free time after school browsing random websites just to pass time and distract myself from my fuckass reality for a bit. It didn’t take long before that escalated—from stumbling across random funny YouTube videos, to watching gore, and eventually to extreme BDSM content. I became addicted to it. It felt new—something dark and hidden, like a fucked up secret only I knew, something that felt almost like the best-kept secret. For the first time in my pathetic life as a kid—I felt like I was truly alive. Then I discovered Femdom. My entire world got skull-fucked. I knew it was for me because I'd always craved dominant women—the crueler, the better. But I felt too weird, too quiet, and too awkward. I really wanted to feel desired—to belong to someone. The idea of being kept completely by a woman, her property to do with as she pleased—performing all kinds of cruel sadomasochistic acts on me whenever and wherever the fuck she wanted—that became my definition of true love. And that's hot as fuck. Fast forward to now. Pretty much every fucking day, my mind is a cesspool of scenarios where I'm nothing but a masochistic dungeon whore, crawling on all fours like a pathetic mutt. I dream of having my balls busted until I'm puking, getting brutally pegged until I'm torn, branded like livestock, spat on, and used as a human fucking toilet. I want her beautiful, dirty soles pressed hard against my face, forcing me to inhale her scent as she tugs my leash like the worthless doggy i am, my tongue out to worship every inch of her feet. I want to be broken down into a sobbing, worthless mess, while she gets soaking wet from my pain and despair. And I get so fucking hard knowing my suffering is her pleasure. A sick, sadomasochistic codependency built on the most immoral, twisted pleasures imaginable, consuming us both in our own private hellscape...with consent. But yeah, that's all i got to say for now. If you got this far i applaud you. Digital footprint gonna be crazy.

hi, this is my first time ever making a post about coming to terms with being a submissive guy. I’m 26, and I’ve been hiding it for a while, but I’m really drawn to the idea of being submissive to a mistress or a potential girlfriend. Sometimes I feel like I’m too deranged or messed up to be in a relationship because of what I’m into as a submissive man. i love the idea of being deeply devoted to a mistress or potential gf, who would also be ecstatic in breaking me down and molding me into her— like a reflection carved from devotion where every fracture becomes intention and every single piece of me is rebuilt into something dark and beautiful that we created together. but this search for a mistress or gf into this lifestyle can be pretty discouraging and sometimes i feel like i'm either too young or too old, too inexperienced, etc. to start this lifestyle. should i drop it? does anyone else feel the same? i really want to go deeper into this lifestyle but i don't really have anyone to chat with regarding this.