Hey little girl... Cum here...

Are you a woman who craves the exquisite release of surrender? Do you long to shed the weight of choice and exist purely to please and obey? Your search ends here. I am currently seeking one exceptional female to become my remote slave—a role reserved for the truly devoted and daringly open-minded.

The Art of Remote Slavery:

This is a dance of ultimate submission, conducted through the invisible threads of the internet. You will live your normal life, but beneath the surface, you will be owned. A single, secret word, shared only between us, is your key. When I send it, you will shed your identity and step into your role. You will respond, "Yes Daddy, your wish is my command," and from that moment, your will is mine. Your body, your mind, your pleasure—all instruments for me to play. This sacred trance lasts until my command is fulfilled or one hour passes, returning you to the world, marked by the memory of your service. Every detail—our names, your limits, your availability, your safe word—will be meticulously defined in our contract, ensuring your complete security as you explore the depths of your submission. To cement our bond and immortalize your devotion, every encounter, every command, every moment of your surrender must be recorded—whether by a hidden camera, a strategically propped phone, your own hand, or by another person I designate.

The Ideal Candidate:

I am searching for a female with an insatiable hunger to be commanded, one who finds bliss in the Daddy/little girl dynamic or similar. Your age and race are irrelevant; your spirit is everything. The more uninhibited your mind, the further we can journey together. Due to my current incarceration, this connection is exclusively remote, a bond forged in words and will. Your desires should align with the thrill of Dd/lg, age play, profound Dom/sub dynamics, sleeper slave scenarios, stranger danger, calculated risks, public exposure, dogging, tip-for-tip games, and the delicious mindlessness of a robo slave.

Your Initiation:

Our journey begins with conversation. We will explore the hidden landscapes of each other's kinks, fetishes, and most secret fantasies. If the chemistry ignites, we will craft a bespoke contract, a testament to our shared desires. Upon your acceptance, you are owned. When you receive the activation command, your life pauses. You respond with your pledge, and then you wait. You wait for my voice on the screen, for the command that will set your body and soul alight. This is your chance to find out what it truly feels like when "the devil made me do it"—to give in to your most primal urges with the full, exhilarating permission of your Master.

**A Glimpse into Your Commands:

  • The Office Obedience:

    "Baby girl, today you will wear a skirt or dress, and you will wear nothing beneath it. At your desk, you will text me. When I reply, you will select a common office item—an object touched by your colleagues—and you will record yourself. You will slide it deep inside your pussy, using it to fuck yourself to a powerful, shuddering orgasm right there in your cubicle. You will not clean it. You will return it to its place, and you will send me the video as proof of your devotion."

  • The Stranger's Seduction:

    "Baby girl, you will use a text-now number. You will take a breathtakingly explicit photo of yourself. You will send it to ten random numbers I provide, with this message: 'Daddy i'm so drunk and horny rn, last night was so intense! I can still taste you... Help me get off real quick, send me something and tell me what to do... I can't wait until your next route near by, I need you inside me now!' You will engage those who reply, pushing the conversation as far as you can, with my guidance."

  • The Confessional:

    "Baby girl, please your Daddy. Whisper to me your deepest, darkest sexual secret. Describe your most forbidden fantasy in such exquisite, filthy detail that you make Daddy cum with your words alone."

  • Plug n Play:

    "Good morning, baby girl... It's time to start the day with a little extra spark. Feeling sluggish? Plug it in, baby.

    • Version 1: Grab your fox tail plug and wear it all day with only a short dress or skirt. No panties. Send me pictures and videos throughout the day and on command.

    • Version 2: Work your extra-large stainless jewel plug in until it locks into place. Wear your shortest skirt or dress and no panties. I want pictures and videos throughout the day and on command."

  • The Delivery Dessert:

    • Version 1 (The Accidental Flash): "Hungry, baby? Daddy's ordering you food, but you handle the tip. Answer the door in a towel, your hair wet as if you just showered. Apologize sweetly and ask the delivery driver to step inside while you search for their cash. As you 'search,' you will stumble. The towel will fall. See where the moment takes you."

    • Version 2 (The Kneeling Offering): "You will be completely naked, wearing only a blindfold. You will kneel by your front door, holding a sign that reads 'Your Tip' with an arrow pointing to your open, waiting mouth. We will repeat this until a driver accepts your offering and feeds you his creamy dessert."

    • Version 3 (The Unlocked Door): "Baby girl, hungry? Daddy's got you. I've ordered food, but you get dessert first. You will be naked, on the floor near your unlocked, slightly ajar front door. Your ass will be high in the air, your eyes covered. No looking. No talking. Just wait. Daddy's special delivery is on his way, and he's going to love his tip."

      Your New Reality:

      This contract is your key to a world of pleasure you've only dared to imagine. Expect mind-blowing orgasms from the most depraved sexting, the adrenaline rush of public exposure, the raw, primal thrill of sex with complete strangers, forbidden public masturbation, and earth-shattering climaxes in the most forbidden of places.

      The Dare:

      I triple-dog-knot-dare you. Are you truly kinky enough to handle this? Are you brave enough to find out what you're capable of when you finally let go?

      Daddy adores his obedient girls and loves to spoil them with expensive gifts. This is an exclusive arrangement—one slave at a time. Contracts can be renewed by mutual agreement, ensuring our dynamic remains fresh and intoxicating.

      With years of experience in orchestrating safe, anonymous encounters, I know exactly how to push your limits while protecting you. I have studied the female body and its psychology for over five years; I know your desires before you do.

      Your first act of submission is to reply.

      Ready to let go? Ready to be owned?

      Message me for more information or to begin your application.

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These are a few fantasies I'd be interested in acting out, or at least partially acting out; I wouldn't want to go too far, because I don't enjoy real pa!n or !njury. (And if you'd like to see what I look like, just ask for access to my private photos. My public photos are selfies with clothing added by AI.) All right, here are some of my more recent fantasies:

-- You matter-of-factly explain that since I agreed to meet you in person, you now have the right to use my body in any way you see fit. That I let you buy me like a cheap cut of meat at a grocery store. After you make me strip, maybe you even order me up onto the kitchen counter, grabbing handfuls of my flesh and feeling it for firmness, thwacking my thighs with a meat tenderizer, as if I really am nothing but a piece of meat, before you hop on top of me, or tug me down to the floor, to ride me as you wrap your hands around my throat...

-- You make me work out in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs...while you periodically glance up and order me to switch to heavier weights, or traipse over and squeeze my biceps or smack my thighs...or you just decide that I've turned in such a lackluster performance that it's time to end the workout early, and you push me down to the floor, on my back, straddling me, and slide your hands around my sweaty neck...

-- A lot of my fantasies tend to involve ch0king. I've done it to women before, but I've never been ch0ked myself. Never even been dominated. Always dated submissive women who wanted me to be dominant in the bedroom. So I'm craving a woman who'll say, maybe mid-conversation, that it's time for me to shut up. Then you order me to lift up my chin, and you curl your hands around my neck, your thumbs pressing down on my throat, as I sputter and ch0ke under you, and you ride me like a horse.

-- Maybe one of us bathes the other. But I'm not sure whether it'd be more appropriate for me to bathe you worshipfully by candlelight, massaging soap into your skin and shampoo into your scalp, gently and soothingly...or for you to scrub me clean, as roughly as you can, just scour my body with a brillo pad as if I'm a filthy pet or piece of livestock. Either way, I think the bath needs to end with you mounting and riding me...maybe even holding my head underwater and snickering at the way I sputter and splash around beneath you, as if I'm just a funny bathtime sex toy.

-- The two of us come back to my place after a date, sitting on the sofa, you looking bored, or tired, starting to ignore me...until all of a sudden your eyes light up, and you ask me excitedly, "Hey, would you mind if I strangled you? I bet your body would look soooo good all naked and sprawled out on the floor!" I'm shocked, at first, and I just assume it's a sick joke...but then I realize you're serious, and I start trying to bargain with you. Maybe I offer to let you ch0ke me, just a little, hoping it'll be enough to satisfy you...but, of course, it isn't, and you slowly talk me into letting you throttle me for longer and longer, removing more and more of my clothes, letting you smack me around, inspect my body. "See? You like getting ch0ked, don't you?" -- Until eventually I give in, and you remove the rest of my clothes and mount me...

-- We meet, go out once or twice, and I try to impress you by bragging about my cooking. So I invite you back to my place one evening to make you dinner. We start cooking together, but it doesn't take long before the power dynamic shifts wildly in your favor: you spill your drink on my shirt, seemingly accidentally, so I have to pull it off -- my undershirt, too -- and you look at my chest coldly, impersonally, reach out and poke my pecs...slap my abs, watch my flesh jiggle...offer unsolicited advice about what muscles I need to work on, while I just awkwardly nod, hope you'll let me get back to cooking...and when I do, you watch me intently for a minute, then order me to strip completely naked so you can get a look at the rest of my body.

I demur, tell you we should wait until after dinner to, uh, take our clothes off. "You're the only one taking your clothes off," you tell me, and calmly walk over and pour the rest of your drink onto my pants. I sputter some protest while looking down in shock, start to unzip my jeans, but you grab my chin and jerk it up, lock eyes with me, instructing me to stay still for a minute -- "I'm gonna punish you now. You want to get ch0ked or held underwater? Ten seconds, either way." So I choose to get ch0ked, it seems easier -- and when you release my neck, you tell me I'm allowed to strip out of my jeans now. My underwear, too. And you have me strip naked in the kitchen, commenting on my anatomy as if you're critiquing a drawing or statue or doll, and I hand you my pants and boxers, then hop up on the cold kitchen counter.

By the time dinner is ready, you've informed me that your chairs and table -- all your furniture -- are for people wearing clothing, not for naked or underwear-clad bodies...but that once your dinner's on the table, you'd be happy to dump some food -- maybe crackers, or leftovers -- onto a paper towel on the floor for me to eat. I groan, but I don't bother complaining any longer...and while I try to make conversation with you, crouching down on the floor to scarf down some barely edible food while you devour whatever meal I've cooked for you, you just ignore me while you read or watch or scroll through something on your phone.

After you finish eating, you look at me -- I'm still trying to chew a few last bites of my own awful meal -- and you say, sounding disgusted, "Dude, I don't think this is gonna work out...you're just not my type." You get up, you grab me by the hair or arm, pull me up, retrieve my clothes from wherever you left them, take a few plastic bags, and lead me outside -- I'm feebly struggling, begging you to let me put my clothes back on before we go outside where people can see us -- but you just march me over to the building's trash room, or garbage can in the backyard. You toss my clothes in a bin, order me to get in too -- and I just give in, hoping the night will just end already, climb into the garbage. You finally offer me some praise, pat me on the head, so when you tell me to lift up my head, I happily comply, letting you zip tie a plastic bag around my neck before you lower the dumpster lid, dust off your hands, and walk away.

Or -- even darker ending -- when you finish eating dinner, and I offer to help you put the leftovers in the refrigerator, you wait before answering -- slowly look over my whole body, pause, think for a minute, and finally reply: "No. I wanna save space in the freezer to hold you."

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