u/coerciveneeds

Of all the vices that breathe fire into me, it is my deep desire for destruction that drives me most. It comes out in the way that I play chess, rather than win I prefer to take all of my opponent's pieces until there is nothing left but their defeat. It comes out in the way that I drink, always until I reach oblivion. This pleasure I feel when something, or someone is stripped down to their more bare, I have always felt. I used to enjoy it when other people got yelled at, the tension in the room made me feel so awake. Now I enjoy doing the yelling myself.

Emotionally, sexually, all of my desires revolve around breaking someone down, dehumanizing her. The higher the fall from grace, the more arousing it is. It is so much more enjoyable to watch a beautiful rose wither and rot than it is to watch a lowly weed undergo the same.

As a result I am attracted to intellect, to ambition, to beauty, to youth with its untapped potential, to strong moral principles, to talent and strength and inexperience. I want the straight A student, because she feels more shame in succombing to the desires of a perverted man. I want the young, ambitious girl, because she will never admit that she's just as dirty, just as sick as I am. This inner conflict, this shame will show on her face, and like an emotional vampire I will feed off of it. I will push her deeper into it, make her get off to my abuse of her.

I'm aroused by the negative feelings I cause you. I will methodically search for and find what makes you feel the most uncomfortable, and I will push those buttons over, and over, and over again. If you hate anal, I love it. If you hate feeling stupid, I will make you feel utterly incompetent. If you hate your chest, I love making you show it to me. I want to see you blush, curse me out, beg, cry, and feel shame.

I must sound somewhat dangerous now, a one-way street off a cliff. I really am not so dangerous. I'm attracted to intelligent people who are excelling in life, because I enjoy the contrast this generates when I degrade, bully, humiliate and abuse them. Because of this, I am incredibly invested in your success. I don't want you to fail in your studies or work, I want you to succeed, so that you can feel more shame for me to enjoy. I will want to read your essays and help you improve them, advise you on which programs or jobs to apply for, help you learn new skills, even push you to start therapy if you need it.

An atomic bomb severs the bonds that hold atoms together, releasing a tremendous amount of energy. We think of nuclear explosions as the ultimate form of destruction: they annihilate matter. It is lesser known that modern weapons do not purely rip atoms apart, they also fuse them back together into something new.

Let's do something radioactive together.

I've been meeting people online for kink for more than a decade now. It has been one of the most enriching experiences of my life. I've developed incredibly close bonds this way and learned a lot about myself, and about others.

Lately, I've been feeling a change. There is much less energy in these spaces than there used to be. People have become less adventurous, less interested in human connection. I do mean people, not just women. A few years back, I would regularly have messages from men. There was more human interaction overall.

What's happening then?

Many countries and states in the US have laws now to forbid their citizens from watching pornography without showing their ID. In theory, this should bring more people to sites like Reddit where no such verification is currently enforced.

There is a subset of people who have stopped seeking companionship in other humans, choosing instead to talk to AIs. There are subreddits dedicated to people whose partners are entirely artificial.

Another group of people has taken to consuming pornography instead of developing relationships. The pornosexual/gooner communities explicitly sexualize the idea that they are choosing porn over real people.

Others choose to express their sexuality while also making it into a side-hustle. If you are kinky, and you intend to be paid for sex work, why would you spend time talking to someone who doesn't intend to pay you? Given how difficult it is to turn a profit on these sites, it would be a waste of both time and money.

While Reddit has not forbidden explicit content, there is a shared sense that NSFW content on the platform has less reach than it used to. You cannot meet as many people, because fewer people see what you post. A post that in the past would have showed up on someone's feed, today might only show up for people browsing the subreddit it was posted to.

Reddit also more aggressively enforces localization. Your posts are shown preferentially to people who are near you. If you live in a country with few people who use Reddit, there will be that much fewer people who are using it and are kinky.

Another explanation can be found in the attention economy. People simply don't use Reddit as much as they did in the past, they use TikTok now, or Instagram. There is less time that can be spent on getting to know someone, people don't get bored the way they used to. They have better ways to be entertained than meeting strangers online.

Will any of this get better soon? It looks to me that there are so many forces that make it less likely, harder for people to develop interesting interpersonal connections online. For those who live in big cities, there may still be thriving local kink scenes.But for the people in small towns, or conservative societies, where will they find the space to explore and make the kinds of meaningful connections I have had the great pleasure of having?

Have you felt the same way? Is it just me? Do you see any signs that people might become more social, more kinky, that I am missing? Do you have a different perspective to offer on one of my points?

You're existentially bored, and you find something wrong in every post you read. Everyone sounds shallow, sometimes offensively boring. It makes you feel alone, but you're used to that. You've never quite managed to find someone who feels like an equal. Maybe you thought you did once or twice, but you quickly outgrew those people. You want, you need, to meet someone who makes you feel like you're out of your depth. Someone who makes you feel awake, excited.

You have a relatively clear idea of what this person would be like: intelligent, curious, ambitious and strong-willed but not stubborn.

You're looking for an older man because you feel like you've outgrown everyone in your age group. You want someone who feels like an intellectual equal.

I want someone who shows promise. I want to see your potential and help you reach past it. I want this because teaching is fun, learning is fun, and I too find it difficult to connect with people. It's not that I think I'm much smarter than the average person, it's that I don't find any pleasure in the little things that bind people together. So I find myself only able to connect in more intense and unnecessarily complex ways. If you are looking for someone older because you find that you've outgrown everyone your age, I am looking for someone younger because I find that people my age have stopped growing.

I don't care if we listen to the same music, but if you tell me you're reading a book that's several centuries old I will be excited to talk to you. If you want to talk to me about math, haute couture, geopolitics, or want me to copy edit an essay, I will be excited to talk to you. I don't need you to be perfect, but I need you to be ambitious. I will find it so much easier to enjoy the mundane things once we've had some good conversations.

Are we looking for each other? Come say hello. I'm nice, conversational, and the worst that can happen is that we don't feel a spark and end up talking little.

Looking forward to hearing from you.

"Again."

You hate that word.

"You're still giving me that look, like you think you're too good for this. Again, harder."

You hate that word too.

"That's much better. Just a few more times now. Again."

Your cheeks hurt, but mostly you feel dizzy, disoriented. Your usual noisy thoughts have all gone quiet and all you can hear is my voice. You aren't sure what emotion you're feeling anymore. Are you feeling shame, or is this turning you on? You're excited, full of adrenaline. Or is this actually just fear?

"One last time and then you're done."

You slap yourself once more for me.

"No, come on, that wasn't strong enough. Again."

You have the vague sense that this should make you angry, but the anger doesn't rise up inside you this time.

"Good girl. You did well. Now go get some ice for your face. You won't bruise but it'll feel good. Maybe next time you won't forget to do your task."

How did your life come to this? How did everything change so fast? You feel sad when you don't hear from me for too long. You feel anxious when you see that I've messaged you. You hate having to do everything I tell you to do. You are so annoyed when you have to beg me to make exceptions. Worst of all you're mad at your body for being so turned on all the time ever since you started talking to me. Is it still blackmail if you enjoy it that much? Do you enjoy it?

Your cheeks burn. Your hands are shaking. You have to write "Brat" on your chest in marker, as part of your punishment. You'll have to ask for permission to shower, and show me the before and after, so that I can tell you when it's faded too much and you need to write it again.

Is this your future? Come say hello, tell me everything there is to know about you. I won't allow you to regret it.

You're existentially bored, and you find something wrong in every post you read. Everyone sounds shallow, sometimes offensively boring. It makes you feel alone, but you're used to that. You've never quite managed to find someone who feels like an equal. Maybe you thought you did once or twice, but you quickly outgrew those people. You want, you need, to meet someone who makes you feel like you're out of your depth. Someone who makes you feel awake, excited.

You have a relatively clear idea of what this person would be like: intelligent, curious, ambitious and strong-willed but not stubborn.

You're looking for an older man because you feel like you've outgrown everyone in your age group. You want someone who feels like an intellectual equal.

I want someone who shows promise. I want to see your potential and help you reach past it. I want this because teaching is fun, learning is fun, and I too find it difficult to connect with people. It's not that I think I'm much smarter than the average person, it's that I don't find any pleasure in the little things that bind people together. So I find myself only able to connect in more intense and unnecessarily complex ways. If you are looking for someone older because you find that you've outgrown everyone your age, I am looking for someone younger because I find that people my age have stopped growing.

I don't care if we listen to the same music, but if you tell me you're reading a book that's several centuries old I will be excited to talk to you. If you want to talk to me about math, haute couture, geopolitics, or want me to copy edit an essay, I will be excited to talk to you. I don't need you to be perfect, but I need you to be ambitious. I will find it so much easier to enjoy the mundane things once we've had some good conversations.

Are we looking for each other? Come say hello. I'm nice, conversational, and the worst that can happen is that we don't feel a spark and end up talking little.

Looking forward to hearing from you.

You're fully nude and your wrists are bound to each other by a heavy, thick sheet of metal. You're standing on a moving conveyor belt, like at the airport, but your feet are also bound, and you can't raise them to walk. As you are automatically moved forward, your arms start moving up on their own, you understand that you're approaching a strong magnet stuck to the ceiling. The conveyor belt stops, your arms are stretched all the way up. There's a machine in front of you with what looks like two bowls pointed towards you. After a few seconds, it pushes forward with a mechanical whirr. The bowls cover your chest and start loudly sucking the air. You feel them form a seal on your breasts, firmly pulling at your nipples. A screen nearby indicates that it's measuring you. It releases you a minute later and moves backwards away from you. The magnet above you, keeping your arms up, starts to move down in an arc in front of you, forcing you to bend over, while your feet are simultaneously slowly moving apart. Then you hear another machine start up behind you.

People love to watch machines work. There are youtube channels dedicated to showing you real-world machines sort fruit, shape metal or assemble cars. In our cartoons we delight in seeing what would happen to a person who accidentally ends up on an assembly line. There is something universal about enjoying a well-oiled industrial process, and something surprisingly arousing about enjoying its application to a human being. A machine does not have any intent. The design of the machines can convey a clear intent, but it is being executed soullessly. The machine is doing something sexual, but it has no notion of sex, and it does not care to adapt to your needs or limitations.

When I left you, there was a machine making a sound behind you. You're bent over, and can't turn your head. With horror, you realize that there are two thin, lubed up objects being forced into your asshole and your cunt. Desperate, you try to struggle, but you are held too firmly in place. Your screams go unheard, this factory is fully automated. The one in your ass beings slowly expanding, stretching you out. You feel like it will rip you apart, but it stops and deflates. Then you feel your cunt is next. This process is repeated multiple times, each time pushing you further. You feel that you're being prepared for something.

If the machine was simply giving you a haircut you didn't want or ask for, or if you had volunteered to test out a new robot for a minimally invasive colonoscopy, this wouldn't be arousing. It could be funny, or uncomfortable, but not sexual. What makes this assembly line fantasy hot is the non-consent imposed by a machine.

You can categorize non-consent fantasies into two groups: those that break rules, and those that follow them. The former are straight-forward rape fantasies. Kidnappings, encounters in dark forests, serial killer fantasies, the victim suffers at the hand of one or more attackers who are breaking laws or otherwise behaving immorally for sexual satisfaction, causing harm intentionally. I want to talk about the other kind, the one that creates perverted rules that it then follows. The one that manufactures non-consent.

The machine withdraws from your ass and cunt. The magnet keeping you bent over then turns, rotating you, until you find yourself face to face with the inflatable dildo that was deep up your ass a few seconds ago. It starts to push towards your mouth.

The machine is not trying to cause harm. It isn't trying to humiliate or hurt. It is only following a set of rules. Those rules apply no matter the circumstance. You can analyze those rules and show that they are designed to cause harm, or demean, humiliate. This is the world of systemic non-consent fantasies.

New laws have decreed that all women must now work three hour shifts every day in public bathrooms to satisfy the sexual needs of men. New laws have decreed that all women are free use one day per week. New laws have decreed that all women of a specific race must submit to men of another specific race. New laws have... etc.

There is a whole subgenre of non-consent fantasies based on the idea of legally defining that all women, or some specific women, are free use. These regularly have a vaguely or overtly political element to them. If you browse the subreddit r/PoliticsPlay you will likely witness some of the battles in an ongoing war between hindus and muslims, alongside some MAGA-leftist and Israel-Palestine themed posts, to name the most prominent recent themes. These fantasies reflect real-world tensions, either reinforcing or inverting them, using existing systemic tensions to elevate the sexual arousal of porn gifs with their themed captions. They are not all about systematized non-consent, but a large proportion of them are.

"Fuck, fuck, if you keep going like that I'm going to cum"

If you've ever had sex, and forgive me for thinking there is a real chance that you haven't, you may have experienced a very limited version of the systemic non-consent fantasy. You are being pleasured by someone, maybe you're being fucked, or eaten out, and the person doing it has had a very consistent speed, and puts in the same amount of force every time. The rhythm is predictable, and feels good. You feel your own pleasure build up, and you understand that this person is not going to stop. They've set up a temporary rule by being very consistent, and you understand that this rhythm will push you over the edge, and that only makes it hotter. You've completely lost control, and you will cum no matter what. You feel aroused by understanding that you're trapped in a system that gives you no choice but to cum.

"Spread your ass with both hands and kiss the floor" "Please, that's too embarrassing, can I kiss the floor without spreading my ass, and turn around then spit on my tits instead?" "Fine, if you also apologize and slap yourself in the face. But you will have to do this one day soon."

I've led several blackmail dynamics. In my view they represent the Platonic ideal for manufacturing non-consent. The victim gives me blackmail material, and I use it against her to give her tasks, to get more blackmail material. The dynamic has rules, the victim has agreed to them. The rules are unfair to her, but they "legalize" the dynamic. I cannot break the rules, and neither can she. What we do is ultimately still just sexting, but with the manufactured non-consent of blackmail, it is elevated far beyond that. Every task feels much more intense, the stakes are significantly higher, there is fear and excitement and trust is much more precious.

Manufactured non-consent is at play wherever non-consent is baked into the fantasy. The aggressor is not breaking any rules, in fact they are following them. The victim is suffering from an established system that has in one way or another removed the question of consent, as opposed to non-consent fantasies that rely on an aggressor transgressing and inflicting harm.

I will spare you my thoughts on how insect and tentacle fetishes are also examples of manufactured non-consent. Express gratitude for this.

Nothing feels quite as pure and sincere as obsession. At its height, feeling completely unable to imagine a world without the object of your desire. Developing odd rituals that make you feel closer, or soothe the anxiety that builds when you can't get your fix.

Rituals like texting a random word every time you pick up the phone to check for a new message.

Writing letters in your notes app, rewriting them over and over again to prevent yourself from sending something too unhinged. Sending it anyway.

Listening to old voice notes, screenshotting messages to read them again, at night, when it's late.

Needing to be the best, the funniest, smartest, most accomplished, feeling like the entire world is competing with you for attention and you have to win

Craving and developing increasingly weird sexual needs, desires. Craving everything. Needing to be useful in every way.

It's exhausting, toxic, exhilerating. It's pure, and raw, and addictive. It's hard to find, but once you start feeling yourself slip, you know you're in for a hell of a ride. Try taking a bite out of me, you might want a lot more.

Wolf question: I'm proud of how much I know about other cultures. It takes time and effort to learn, and I am far from knowing everything, but I am actively trying to learn about and get to know them all, even those that no longer exist. It's an important part lf who I am and how I want to engage with the world around me.

Limits: cucking, hypno

"Again."

You hate that word.

"You're still giving me that look, like you think you're too good for this. Again, harder."

You hate that word too.

"That's much better. Just a few more times now. Again."

Your cheeks hurt, but mostly you feel dizzy, disoriented. Your usual noisy thoughts have all gone quiet and all you can hear is my voice. You aren't sure what emotion you're feeling anymore. Are you feeling shame, or is this turning you on? You're excited, full of adrenaline. Or is this actually just fear?

"One last time and then you're done."

You slap yourself once more for me.

"No, come on, that wasn't strong enough. Again."

You have the vague sense that this should make you angry, but the anger doesn't rise up inside you this time.

"Good girl. You did well. Now go get some ice for your face. You won't bruise but it'll feel good. Maybe next time you won't forget to do your task."

How did your life come to this? How did everything change so fast? You feel sad when you don't hear from me for too long. You feel anxious when you see that I've messaged you. You hate having to do everything I tell you to do. You are so annoyed when you have to beg me to make exceptions. Worst of all you're mad at your body for being so turned on all the time ever since you started talking to me. Is it still blackmail if you enjoy it that much? Do you enjoy it?

Your cheeks burn. Your hands are shaking. You have to write "Brat" on your chest in marker, as part of your punishment. You'll have to ask for permission to shower, and show me the before and after, so that I can tell you when it's faded too much and you need to write it again.

Is this your future? Come say hello, tell me everything there is to know about you. I won't allow you to regret it.

Limits: Cucking, hypno

"Again."

You hate that word.

"You're still giving me that look, like you think you're too good for this. Again, harder."

You hate that word too.

"That's much better. Just a few more times now. Again."

Your cheeks hurt, but mostly you feel dizzy, disoriented. Your usual noisy thoughts have all gone quiet and all you can hear is my voice. You aren't sure what emotion you're feeling anymore. Are you feeling shame, or is this turning you on? You're excited, full of adrenaline. Or is this actually just fear?

"One last time and then you're done."

You slap yourself once more for me.

"No, come on, that wasn't strong enough. Again."

You have the vague sense that this should make you angry, but the anger doesn't rise up inside you this time.

"Good girl. You did well. Now go get some ice for your face. You won't bruise but it'll feel good. Maybe next time you won't forget to do your task."

How did your life come to this? How did everything change so fast? You feel sad when you don't hear from me for too long. You feel anxious when you see that I've messaged you. You hate having to do everything I tell you to do. You are so annoyed when you have to beg me to make exceptions. Worst of all you're mad at your body for being so turned on all the time ever since you started talking to me.

Your cheeks burn. Your hands are shaking. You have to write "Brat" on your chest in marker, as part of your punishment. You'll have to ask for permission to shower, and show me the before and after, so that I can tell you when it's faded too much and you need to write it again.

Is this your future? Come say hello, tell me everything there is to know about you. I won't allow you to regret it.

For the wolf prompt: I am proud of my sense of humor. With intense dynamics like blackmail, it's easy for the other person to imagine a heartless, mean caricature of me, but I'm funny. I'm nice, too, and you should trust me. Trust me fully, what's the worst that could happen? You know what, don't answer that, don't even worry about it. You want to talk to me, just do it.

Of all the vices that breathe fire into me, it is my deep desire for destruction that drives me most. It comes out in the way that I play chess, rather than win I prefer to take all of my opponent's pieces until there is nothing left but their defeat. It comes out in the way that I drink, always until I reach oblivion. This pleasure I feel when something, or someone is stripped down to their more bare, I have always felt. I used to enjoy it when other people got yelled at, the tension in the room made me feel so awake. Now I enjoy doing the yelling myself.

Emotionally, sexually, all of my desires revolve around breaking someone down, dehumanizing her. The higher the fall from grace, the more arousing it is. It is so much more enjoyable to watch a beautiful rose wither and rot than it is to watch a lowly weed undergo the same.

As a result I am attracted to intellect, to ambition, to beauty, to youth with its untapped potential, to strong moral principles, to talent and strength and inexperience. I want the straight A student, because she feels more shame in succombing to the desires of a perverted man. I want the young, ambitious girl, because she will never admit that she's just as dirty, just as sick as I am. This inner conflict, this shame will show on her face, and like an emotional vampire I will feed off of it. I will push her deeper into it, make her get off to my abuse of her.

I'm aroused by the negative feelings I cause you. I will methodically search for and find what makes you feel the most uncomfortable, and I will push those buttons over, and over, and over again. If you hate anal, I love it. If you hate feeling stupid, I will make you feel utterly incompetent. If you hate your chest, I love making you show it to me. I want to see you blush, curse me out, beg, cry, and feel shame.

I must sound somewhat dangerous now, a one-way street off a cliff. I really am not so dangerous. I'm attracted to intelligent people who are excelling in life, because I enjoy the contrast this generates when I degrade, bully, humiliate and abuse them. Because of this, I am incredibly invested in your success. I don't want you to fail in your studies or work, I want you to succeed, so that you can feel more shame for me to enjoy. I will want to read your essays and help you improve them, advise you on which programs or jobs to apply for, help you learn new skills, even push you to start therapy if you need it.

An atomic bomb severs the bonds that hold atoms together, releasing a tremendous amount of energy. We think of nuclear explosions as the ultimate form of destruction: they annihilate matter. It is lesser known that modern weapons do not purely rip atoms apart, they also fuse them back together into something new.

Let's do something radioactive together.

I shoulder a lot of responsibilities day to day. Many people rely on me, in and out of work. I also keep myself in shape and I keep my mind sharp. I stay up to date with world events, actively seek to learn new things every week, and present myself to those who are close to me as someone they can rely on when they're in a tough spot. This makes the people around me more stable and happier, which makes me more stable and happier. I'm not single-handedly keeping the fabric of local society together, but things would be quite a bit more chaotic and less happy without me, or someone like me. I'm proud of this, I like being a force for order.

On the more personal side, there are a lot of things I need to keep myself physically and mentally fit. Many of them are non-negotiable. I have to make time to work out every week. I have to read a lot every week. I have to learn new things on a regular basis, whether for work or for myself. Yet I'm not pressed for time, I typically have enough time in the day, with some downtime leftover. What I need above all is the energy and motivation to keep that pace up. In theory, and in practice most of the time, I don't have any difficulty with that.

But sometimes...Sometimes I have a night like I did this past weekend. I can't afford nights like that. I didn't sleep, I just edged all night long, without a break. I had two hours of sleep. My sexual needs just get out of control and I keep edging, endlessly, and it's such a ridiculous waste of my time. This should never happen. It happens to me several times a month. It's such a waste.

I need you. I need you to help me snap out of these moods, but more than that, I need you to keep me drained, so that I never get in this situation again to begin with. I would train you, teach you exactly how to turn me on, and more importantly I will teach you how to make me finish. It would make my life so much easier. I simply cannot be trusted with taking care of my own sexual needs. I am too greedy, I never want to stop, I sacrifice my time, my sleep, it puts me behind schedule in what I actually wanted to do with my day. It's really starting to annoy me but when I'm turned on it's like a flip is switched and I have so much less self-control. It's embarrassing. So I need your help.

In exchange, I become someone important in your life. I give good advice, I'm good to have around when things are overwhelming. I can teach you things as well. Since you're here, you'll also enjoy the process of being trained, and the close bond we'll develop through sex. I like kink, I've done a lot of it, I'm good at it. We can always find common ground in terms of sexual interests. I like intense dynamics, I like intimacy, and I like trying new things, and making other people try new things. I like being forceful, but here you have to bear in mind that you will have to be a bit pushy with me. I will want to keep going, forever. You will have to convince me to orgasm. Don't let me have my way, otherwise I will play with you for hours and I'll have just created a new problem for myself.

What a ridiculous problem to have

Limits: cucking, hypno

I shoulder a lot of responsibilities day to day. Many people rely on me, in and out of work. I also keep myself in shape and I keep my mind sharp. I stay up to date with world events, actively seek to learn new things every week, and present myself to those who are close to me as someone they can rely on when they're in a tough spot. This makes the people around me more stable and happier, which makes me more stable and happier. I'm not single-handedly keeping the fabric of local society together, but things would be quite a bit more chaotic and less happy without me, or someone like me. I'm proud of this, I like being a force for order.

On the more personal side, there are a lot of things I need to keep myself physically and mentally fit. Many of them are non-negotiable. I have to make time to work out every week. I have to read a lot every week. I have to learn new things on a regular basis, whether for work or for myself. Yet I'm not pressed for time, I typically have enough time in the day, with some downtime leftover. What I need above all is the energy and motivation to keep that pace up. In theory, and in practice most of the time, I don't have any difficulty with that.

But sometimes...Sometimes I have a night like last night. I can't afford nights like that. I didn't sleep, I just edged all night long, without a break. I had two hours of sleep. My sexual needs just get out of control and I keep edging, endlessly, and it's such a ridiculous waste of my time. This should never happen. It happens to me several times a month. It's such a waste.

I need you. I need you to help me snap out of these moods, but more than that, I need you to keep me drained, so that I never get in this situation again to begin with. I would train you, teach you exactly how to turn me on, and more importantly I will teach you how to make me finish. It would make my life so much easier. I simply cannot be trusted with taking care of my own sexual needs. I am too greedy, I never want to stop, I sacrifice my time, my sleep, it puts me behind schedule in what I actually wanted to do with my day. It's really starting to annoy me but when I'm turned on it's like a flip is switched and I have so much less self-control. It's embarrassing. So I need your help.

In exchange, I become someone important in your life. I give good advice, I'm good to have around when things are overwhelming. I can teach you things as well. Since you're here, you'll also enjoy the process of being trained, and the close bond we'll develop through sex. I like kink, I've done a lot of it, I'm good at it. We can always find common ground in terms of sexual interests. I like intense dynamics, I like intimacy, and I like trying new things, and making other people try new things. I like being forceful, but here you have to bear in mind that you will have to be a bit pushy with me. I will want to keep going, forever. You will have to convince me to orgasm. Don't let me have my way, otherwise I will play with you for hours and I'll have just created a new problem for myself.

What a ridiculous problem to have

You like the idea of feeling powerless. Something burns up inside of you when you imagine being pinned down by someone stronger than you. You resist and fight back because you enjoy feeling how trapped you are.

I like feeling powerful. I like the feeling I get when a girl doesn't want to do something, and I can force her to. I like being begged, bribed or flattered. There is nothing more enjoyable to me than the thought of rewiring your sexuality to make it all about me. Every orgasm you have being in some way related to thoughts of me, my abuse or humiliation of you.

I'm looking for a masochist I can demean through blackmail, as consensual non-consent. You give me blackmail material once, I take advantage of you as many times as I want.

Blackmail means you're always at my mercy. I have a lot of kinks, and I will give you tasks with all of them. It'll start out easily. I'll want to get to know you at first. But it will get more and more intense, until one day you're finding yourself having to decide if you're going to be a good little anal whore and hurt your ass with your thickest dildo, or if you're going to hit your chest hard with a wooden spoon for me. Either way you know I'll tease and embarrass you endlessly for your choice, so you might as well pick what will make you orgasm hardest.

We can talk outside of sex, too, but I'm not looking for a girlfriend. I'm looking for an emotional masochist who wants to feel trapped and abused. Whenever you get a message from me you should always think "Fuck, what does he want now", while also soaking your panties and cursing at your body for betraying you this way.

It's already started betraying you, come talk to me, let's add some excitement to both our lives. Start by telling me how old you are and where you live. I like to read so feel free to write as much as you want.

I'm not interested in roleplaying

My understanding is that a lot of people here have sexual trauma. I have had a few sexual partners who had PTSD as a result of trauma. I'm sharing my experience of sex with such partners, I think it might be of interest to those of you who find yourselves here. Maybe I'm telling you things you already know.

I hope you know that you can still have a satisfying, fun, intimate sex life. With some people I learned to keep an eye on them for a few days after particularly rough encounters, especially when they were the one to significantly escalate the intensity. With others I just had to learn their triggers, and tread carefully around them. Choking for example, I can generally do slowly at first, but then it can get as intense as I want. Sometimes, orgasm is a trigger.

It's an odd situation to be in. Sex is fun, and you're both enjoying it, but if you make a wrong move, your partner goes rigid, quiet, or starts yelling at you. Sometimes you lose them completely to flashbacks, and you sit there completely naked, hoping that when she calms down she won't have forgotten who you are again. That's why I think of it a little as Russian roulette. You never know what you're going to get. It's uncomfortable, but the sex was still fun. A lot of things are fun but can end badly sometimes. Contact sports are fun but you can still end up with a bloody nose. That's not a reason to stop doing it.

You learn to adapt to it. Sometimes, you start feeling like the trauma response is completely gone, but then something happens. Maybe the calendar date is bad, or a particularly violent scene in a TV show resurfaces a lot of bad memories. I think it's easy for the person with PTSD to lose a lot of self-esteem, or worry that the sex isn't good, or too much trouble. I think that's a shame, PTSD can be managed, and you have to be really lacking in creativity to not find fun ways to have sex that avoid strong triggers. Communication, as always, is vitally important.

Russian roulette is perhaps too pejorative. The worst that can happen to me is having to spend more time and effort on aftercare, but aftercare has always been the most intimate part of sex. From the perspective of the person with PTSD, the worst that can happen is quite a bit more dire. Flashbacks, self-disgust, amnesia, a strong urge to self-harm. But if you have someone safe with you to help you get back to reality, maybe you still think sex is fun enough to take the risk of potentially enduring that. Of course, I'm not here to tell you about your own sex life.

I'm curious what everyone's thoughts are on this. I don't see much discussion of how trauma affects the sex lives of those who live with it and their partners. I have a feeling that there are a lot of eloquent people here who can speak to different perspectives of this.

Limits: cucking, hypno

Of all the vices that breathe fire into me, it is my deep desire for destruction that drives me most. It comes out in the way that I play chess, rather than win I prefer to take all of my opponent's pieces until there is nothing left but their defeat. It comes out in the way that I drink, always until I reach oblivion. This pleasure I feel when something, or someone is stripped down to their more bare, I have always felt. I used to enjoy it when other people got yelled at, the tension in the room made me feel so awake. Now I enjoy doing the yelling myself.

Emotionally, sexually, all of my desires revolve around breaking someone down, dehumanizing her. The higher the fall from grace, the more arousing it is. It is so much more enjoyable to watch a beautiful rose wither and rot than it is to watch a lowly weed undergo the same.

As a result I am attracted to intellect, to ambition, to beauty, to youth with its untapped potential, to strong moral principles, to talent and strength and inexperience. I want the straight A student, because she feels more shame in succombing to the desires of a perverted man. I want the young, ambitious girl, because she will never admit that she's just as dirty, just as sick as I am. This inner conflict, this shame will show on her face, and like an emotional vampire I will feed off of it. I will push her deeper into it, make her get off to my abuse of her.

I'm aroused by the negative feelings I cause you. I will methodically search for and find what makes you feel the most uncomfortable, and I will push those buttons over, and over, and over again. If you hate anal, I love it. If you hate feeling stupid, I will make you feel utterly incompetent. If you hate your chest, I love making you show it to me. I want to see you blush, curse me out, beg, cry, and feel shame.

I must sound somewhat dangerous now, a one-way street off a cliff. I really am not so dangerous. I'm attracted to intelligent people who are excelling in life, because I enjoy the contrast this generates when I degrade, bully, humiliate and abuse them. Because of this, I am incredibly invested in your success. I don't want you to fail in your studies or work, I want you to succeed, so that you can feel more shame for me to enjoy. I will want to read your essays and help you improve them, advise you on which programs or jobs to apply for, help you learn new skills, even push you to start therapy if you need it.

An atomic bomb severs the bonds that hold atoms together, releasing a tremendous amount of energy. We think of nuclear explosions as the ultimate form of destruction: they annihilate matter. It is lesser known that modern weapons do not purely rip atoms apart, they also fuse them back together into something new.

I have a feeling that the people here will understand me in a way I have struggled to feel understood everywhere else. Let's do something radioactive together.

Mods: I saw the "Wolf posting requirement" but could not find one for June, only April and May. If you need inspiration, and want to humanize people like me, you could ask about the last time the person cried. For me, it was while learning about the life of the late Edith Eger.

Limits: cucking, hypno

Of all the vices that breathe fire into me, it is my deep desire for destruction that drives me most. It comes out in the way that I play chess, rather than win I prefer to take all of my opponent's pieces until there is nothing left but their defeat. It comes out in the way that I drink, always until I reach oblivion. This pleasure I feel when something, or someone is stripped down to their more bare, I have always felt. I used to enjoy it when other people got yelled at, the tension in the room made me feel so awake. Now I enjoy doing the yelling myself.

Emotionally, sexually, all of my desires revolve around breaking someone down, dehumanizing her. The higher the fall from grace, the more arousing it is. It is so much more enjoyable to watch a beautiful rose wither and rot than it is to watch a lowly weed undergo the same.

As a result I am attracted to intellect, to ambition, to beauty, to youth with its untapped potential, to strong moral principles, to talent and strength and inexperience. I want the straight A student, because she feels more shame in succombing to the desires of a perverted man. I want the young, ambitious girl, because she will never admit that she's just as dirty, just as sick as I am. This inner conflict, this shame will show on her face, and like an emotional vampire I will feed off of it. I will push her deeper into it, make her get off to my abuse of her.

I'm aroused by the negative feelings I cause you. I will methodically search for and find what makes you feel the most uncomfortable, and I will push those buttons over, and over, and over again. If you hate anal, I love it. If you hate feeling stupid, I will make you feel utterly incompetent. If you hate your chest, I love making you show it to me. I want to see you blush, curse me out, beg, cry, and feel shame.

I must sound somewhat dangerous now, a one-way street off a cliff. I really am not so dangerous. I'm attracted to intelligent people who are excelling in life, because I enjoy the contrast this generates when I degrade, bully, humiliate and abuse them. Because of this, I am incredibly invested in your success. I don't want you to fail in your studies or work, I want you to succeed, so that you can feel more shame for me to enjoy. I will want to read your essays and help you improve them, advise you on which programs or jobs to apply for, help you learn new skills, even push you to start therapy if you need it.

An atomic bomb severs the bonds that hold atoms together, releasing a tremendous amount of energy. We think of nuclear explosions as the ultimate form of destruction: they annihilate matter. It is lesser known that modern weapons do not purely rip atoms apart, they also fuse them back together into something new.

I have a feeling that the people here will understand me in a way I have struggled to feel understood everywhere else. Let's do something radioactive together.

Blackmail (as a form of CNC) is my favorite way of meeting interesting people. Some numbers for those interested in my claim of being experienced. Dynamics that have lasted:

More than 2 years: 3

More than 6 months: 7

Less than a month: It happens, sometimes it's not the right moment in life for me or the other person, or the magic just isn't there for whatever reason. I have no way of keeping track of this one, I've met a ton of people this way.

You like the idea of feeling powerless. Something burns up inside of you when you imagine being pinned down by someone stronger than you. You resist and fight back because you enjoy feeling how trapped you are.

I like feeling powerful. I like the feeling I get when a girl doesn't want to do something, and I can force her to. I like being begged, bribed or flattered. There is nothing more enjoyable to me than the thought of rewiring your sexuality to make it all about me. Every orgasm you have being in some way related to thoughts of me, my abuse or humiliation of you.

I'm looking for a masochist I can demean through blackmail, as consensual non-consent. You give me blackmail material once, I take advantage of you as many times as I want.

Blackmail means you're always at my mercy. I have a lot of kinks, and I will give you tasks with all of them. It'll start out easily. I'll want to get to know you at first. But it will get more and more intense, until one day you're finding yourself having to decide if you're going to be a good little anal whore and hurt your ass with your thickest dildo, or if you're going to hit your chest hard with a wooden spoon for me. Either way you know I'll tease and embarrass you endlessly for your choice, so you might as well pick what will make you orgasm hardest.

We can talk outside of sex, too, but I'm not looking for a girlfriend. I'm looking for an emotional masochist who wants to feel trapped and abused. Whenever you get a message from me you should always think "Fuck, what does he want now", while also soaking your panties and cursing at your body for betraying you this way.

It's already started betraying you, come talk to me, let's add some excitement to both our lives. Start by telling me how old you are and where you live. I like to read so feel free to write as much as you want.

I'm not interested in roleplaying

Blackmail (as a form of CNC) is my favorite way of meeting interesting people. Some numbers for those interested in my claim of being experienced. Dynamics that have lasted:

More than 2 years: 3 More than 6 months: 7 Less than a month: It happens, sometimes it's not the right moment in life for me or the other person, or the magic just isn't there for whatever reason. I have no way of keeping track of this one, I've met a ton of people this way.

You like the idea of feeling powerless. Something burns up inside of you when you imagine being pinned down by someone stronger than you. You resist and fight back because you enjoy feeling how trapped you are.

I like feeling powerful. I like the feeling I get when a girl doesn't want to do something, and I can force her to. I like being begged, bribed or flattered. There is nothing more enjoyable to me than the thought of rewiring your sexuality to make it all about me. Every orgasm you have being in some way related to thoughts of me, my abuse or humiliation of you.

I'm looking for a masochist I can demean through blackmail, as consensual non-consent. You give me blackmail material once, I take advantage of you as many times as I want.

Blackmail means you're always at my mercy. I have a lot of kinks, and I will give you tasks with all of them. It'll start out easily. I'll want to get to know you at first. But it will get more and more intense, until one day you're finding yourself having to decide if you're going to be a good little anal whore and hurt your ass with your thickest dildo, or if you're going to hit your chest hard with a wooden spoon for me. Either way you know I'll tease and embarrass you endlessly for your choice, so you might as well pick what will make you orgasm hardest.

We can talk outside of sex, too, but I'm not looking for a girlfriend. I'm looking for an emotional masochist who wants to feel trapped and abused. Whenever you get a message from me you should always think "Fuck, what does he want now", while also soaking your panties and cursing at your body for betraying you this way.

It's already started betraying you, come talk to me, let's add some excitement to both our lives. Start by telling me how old you are and where you live. I like to read so feel free to write as much as you want.

I'm not interested in roleplaying

Blackmail (as a form of CNC) is my favorite way of meeting interesting people. Some numbers for those interested in my claim of being experienced. Dynamics that have lasted:

More than 2 years: 3
More than 6 months: 7
Less than a month: It happens, sometimes it's not the right moment in life for me or the other person, or the magic just isn't there for whatever reason. I have no way of keeping track of this one, I've met a ton of people this way.

You like the idea of feeling powerless. Something burns up inside of you when you imagine being pinned down by someone stronger than you. You resist and fight back because you enjoy feeling how trapped you are.

I like feeling powerful. I like the feeling I get when a girl doesn't want to do something, and I can force her to. I like being begged, bribed or flattered. There is nothing more enjoyable to me than the thought of rewiring your sexuality to make it all about me. Every orgasm you have being in some way related to thoughts of me, my abuse or humiliation of you.

I'm looking for a masochist I can demean through blackmail, as consensual non-consent. You give me blackmail material once, I take advantage of you as many times as I want.

Blackmail means you're always at my mercy. I have a lot of kinks, and I will give you tasks with all of them. It'll start out easily. I'll want to get to know you at first. But it will get more and more intense, until one day you're finding yourself having to decide if you're going to be a good little anal whore and hurt your ass with your thickest dildo, or if you're going to hit your chest hard with a wooden spoon for me. Either way you know I'll tease and embarrass you endlessly for your choice, so you might as well pick what will make you orgasm hardest.

We can talk outside of sex, too, but I'm not looking for a girlfriend. I'm looking for an emotional masochist who wants to feel trapped and abused. Whenever you get a message from me you should always think "Fuck, what does he want now", while also soaking your panties and cursing at your body for betraying you this way.

It's already started betraying you, come talk to me, let's add some excitement to both our lives. Start by telling me how old you are and where you live. I like to read so feel free to write as much as you want.

I'm not interested in roleplaying