First of all: Apologies for the shirtless selfies. I'd rather not publicly display recognizable photos of myself in a profile that'll probably be pretty open about my actual fetishes and fantasies. But go ahead and request access to my private photos if you’d like to see a few that show my face.

Some basics: I live in the DC area, I'm completely single, 5'11”, clean-shaven, no tattoos or piercings, STD-free, and no desire to discuss politics. Doctor, but not the useful kind.

About my fetishes: I think my biggest turn-on, encompassing or subsuming all my other kinks, is objectification. In the sense of treating a woman's body as nothing more than a thing to be put to whatever carnal use I want to make of it. Recognizing that there’s a mind in that body, sure – but treating that mind and its own wants and needs as utterly irrelevant to my own intentions. “Hey, shut your mouth and lift your chin up. I feel like choking you now.”

Especially in the context of a detailed fantasy or narrative. Role-playing, step by step, the gradual devolution of an interaction between two equals into something wholly one-sided, one subject and one object. Maybe we play strip poker, or strip Scrabble. And the game keeps going even after you lose all your clothes – because then you start getting tied up, one limb at a time...or maybe you forfeit the right to choose what goes into one orifice or another.

Or maybe we pretend to be on a date and I keep ignoring your gradually escalating signs of discomfort: subtle body language, at first; delicately couched comments, perhaps about the lateness of the hour; decreasingly polite requests to stop, to leave, to "get off me!"; finally, ineffectual physical resistance, getting wrestled to the floor, pinned down, stripped of clothing, and so on.

Or perhaps role-playing some familial or academic relationship: you're bratty or rude to me – prompting punishment – provoking further insubordination – incurring some severer penalty – and so on, a spiral of escalating misbehavior and discipline, until…maybe I end up just mounting and throttling you. (The logical endpoint of these kinds of scenarios – even the starting point of some of them – can be pretty ghoulish and macabre. But so long as it's only role-play, and we've chosen some safe words, there's very little I wouldn't be willing to...well, to consider, at least.)

Finally, the kind of relationship I'm looking for: Something cozy and consistent, either casual or serious. Maybe getting together once or twice a week; you could help out while I cook dinner – or just pretend to help out, snacking on chips or spinning around in my swivel chair. Clowning around till we’re guffawing on the floor. Watching a movie, or playing a board game. All punctuated by intermittent bouts of rough *** sex or CNC role play.

If any of this appeals to you, feel free to message me or "like" my profile. (Non-paying members like me can't send a first message to new members.)

Nothing sc*tological. And although I'd be open to role playing some pretty dark fantasy scenarios, I'm not interested in anything that involves actual bl**d or gore, or even a great deal of ***. I just wouldn't enjoy experiencing real ***, and I wouldn't be able to help feeling guilty for inflicting it on another human being.