As a child, I remember staring at the mural of the haunted house in the amusement park. A half-naked woman on an altar, with a serpent coiled around her body. I didn’t know what sex was—let alone BDSM—but something about that image captivated me. A deep pull I couldn’t name.
Over time I realized it wasn’t just the eroticism that drew me in, but the ritual, the surrender, the tension between control and vulnerability.
In everyday life, I’m calm, helpful, a little too eager to please. Kind eyes, sincere smile. I like making others feel safe, heard, comfortable.
But when night falls—like an eclipse—my shadow comes forward.
Not in , but in truth. A version of myself with nothing left to hide. A Dominant who listens with his hands, who delights in blurring the line between and pleasure. Who pays attention to pauses, shivers, subtle shifts. Who finds meaning in the silence between words and the weight of surrender.
I’m only truly myself when I’m naked. No masks. No apologies.
What I’m looking for
I’m not here for quantity—I seek depth. Real connections, built slowly through words, silence, and shared intention. I’m drawn to power exchanges that are more than just play—something symbolic, emotional, and visceral. I value presence, honesty, and those who can fully inhabit a moment. I’m not drawn to collecting scenes or fleeting encounters, but in encounters that leave a mark.
Roles & Interests
Dominant | Sensual Sadist | Primal | Rigger | Ritualist | Service-Minded
Shibari | Aftercare | Clear consent | Power dynamics | Emotional edge play
Slow, attentive control | Honest communication | Erotic vulnerability | Symbolic play
Lover of intimacy | Story-driven kink | A student as much as a guide
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