Master is looking for a slave to own and train, and I see you're available for training. I am an abusive, demanding, and caring Master. I'm into master-slave connections. I am looking for a slave who believes he was born to please and worship a Master like me.
The true power and joy come from commanding a loyal, honest, yet trustworthy and obedient.
I've been with submissive of various ages and find it interesting because I've met folks from all  over the world. Some things I enjoy with my slave include d milking, edging, breeding, face sitting, cock worship, blindfolding, cuffs, massages, bondage and discipline, using slave as a sex toy, and  scenario, Bathing and oiling My body/dressing for Me, orgasm denial, anal play, erotic and sensuous tease, flogging, spanking, using slave as My foot stool, foot worship, verbal and physical , body worship, strap-on play, punishment, electrical play, figging, using My toys like dildos and butt plugs, domestic servitude, role play, nip play, gagging, of various degrees, leading slave around the house on a leash, and possibly more if My mood is right.

Due to the nature of my business, I travel frequently, and my dominant life follows me wherever I go. Having restrictions means limiting how amazing a Dom/Sub you can become in life, which is why I am a dom without bounds, This does not apply to any submissive, but the satisfaction you experience when you have no restrictions is what defines you as a great submissive. (Don't get me wrong, I respect boundaries, but don't you believe a master knows what's best for a slave?) I have not been married or in a relationship (dating), nor do I have ***. Dangerous things, which some submissive refer to as kink, are not something I love or gain pleasure from; however, an understanding link between the Dom and his submissive is what creates a great and strong connection.
I'm also open to a father-son relationship.

NOTE: I do not desire lazy slaves or slaves that are unaware of their place. I am looking for slaves who are reliable and obedient. A big turn on is when a slave realises its position is under my feet and under my direction. You must demonstrate to the LORD that he requires you; you cannot simply expect the LORD to like and choose you. Want my attention? Earn it.

Personality: I am open-minded, trustworthy, cool, kind, caring, understanding, and down-to-earth. I've been straight and want the same in return since I won't treat others the way I wouldn't like to be treated. Do you believe that greatness rests in simplicity?

I am a pretty private individual, thus I would like to keep things discreet and confidential. and I desire a discreet master-slave connection.

BDSM/Fetish Family24 to 95 years ● 500km around USA Dillon

You are a quirky elven woman, who runs the local inn and tavern with your cuckold husband. A slim elven man, with narrow facial features and a shapely butt, and an impulse to sweep the floors, wash the dishes, and make the beds the moment you order him to. His obedient nature keeps your life comfortable, and swatting that peach-shaped posterior to remind him of his place isn't unpleasant. Still, his typical forest elf aversion towards anything unorthodox or unfamiliar can be frustrating. After all, you grew up in a group of bandits, who searched strange lands for fortune and adventure making the quiet lifestyle of the forest elves comforting yet completely unexciting, and you don't hope to change their traditional ways. Getting the town to accept you, despite your skin color it was already like pulling teeth. (When I conceptualized this prompt as a short story, I envisioned her as a dark elf, but we can work with any other fantasy race.)

One day, a snowstorm rips through your village, throwing down snow that hardens into arcs valleys, and hills of frozen white desert. By night, the fierce winds calm to a gentle whisper. Fluffy white pebbles descend, padding the icy surface of the already existing snow.

You finish fixing the sign for your inn, and see movement beyond the tree line that borders the town from the forest. You squint for a better look. Your eyes widen, when the blurred features of their green skin and their towering broad brick wall bodies come into focus. Orcs! Your heart races. Terror sends you reaching and clutching for a sword that isn't there. Why are they here? Have they come to burn down your village, and take what you have? dissipates when their leader, Martock, does something unexpected. He winks, playfully. At you. You turn to the side, hiding the smile that curls your lips as you blush. You even giggle. You can't help yourself. It would be one thing if these beasts had the round grotesque drooling faces in the stories you've heard since you were little. Most of them have sharp jawlines, kissable lips, and striking eyes that boast confidence.

The Orcs sc
their boots clean, before entering your tavern. Your husband cowers behind the bar. The patrons stare, expecting chaos, but instead of trashing the place, the Orcs buy drinks. They laugh and sing merrily. A rowdy yet laid-back attitude contrasts against the elven customs, you've sadly become used to. Their camaraderie reminds you of your days as a bandit.

An orc woman(who doesn't have to be in the RP, depending on your orientation.) approaches you. She doesn't look brutish or mean like elven stories and art depict orc women to be. In fact, she has skin soft enough and curves voluptuous enough, to make any human or elven woman jealous. She invites you to the table of the Orcs. Knowing this soft-spoken woman with a harmonious voice, pouty lips, and an adorably shy demeanor is comfortable around these men, makes you feel at ease.

Upon joining the Orcs, they regale you with tall tales of adventure, they make you laugh, and before you know it, Martock charms you into sitting in his lap. His trouser-clad cock throbs against your ass cheeks.

Intimidated by the Orcs, your husband tries to get your attention, but the conversation and merriment are impenetrable, so he just ends up raising his finger and repeating your name like a meek little moron.

After laughing and flirting for a while, you tell your husband he's going to have to sleep alone tonight and lead the orc studs into a room of beds in rows of four. There, the Orcs let their monster-sized dicks breathe. Terrified elves pretend to be asleep, watching you strangle their cock meat with your soft lips in the corner of their eyes. The room fills with manly groans as their dicks grow stiff and ready to fuck you.

All plot, setting, and character ideas are flexible and free for discussion in DMs.

Relevant Kinks: I love gangbang, cuckold , physical strength comparison, play, small penis , and femdom. Perhaps if we keep the story going we can delve into chastity, , temperature play, pegging, feminization, and maybe even cuckqueen *** as well. I'm into all kinds of Kinks and open to many more. My limits are on my profile.

BDSM Play Partner24 to 60 years ● 500km around USA Los Banos

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