About me
Interested in:
I’m looking for:
- Friends
- Kinky Dates
- LTR (relationship)
- Events & Places
- NSA (no strings...)
- BDSM Lovers
Description
I’m a Dominant who leads with composure, humor, and intention. I don’t chase chaos or collect chats. If you’re a submissive (or brat) who craves structure, praise, correction, and real connection, we’ll get along.
Not looking for flings or ONS. I prefer substance, negotiation, and aftercare over fantasy talk.
What I enjoy (high level): protocol, obedience training, bratting & brattaming, service dynamics, impact (light–moderate), praise/discipline, mental ownership with mutual respect.
Hard no’s: disrespect, unsafe play, endless texting, ghosting.
Consent & Safety ✅️
Simple, coffee lover, I love my music, in love with perfumes & you better smell nice.
Capricorn. ♑
Limits
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My roles & archetype
My kinks & fetishes
I like:
- Anal Plugs
- Anonymous Sex
- BDSM
- BDSM Collar
- Begging
- Bondage
- Breast Fetish
- Breast Play
- Chastity Belt
- Cisgender
- Crossdresser
- Cuckold
- Cuckold Bull
- Cuddling
- Dildos
- Dirty Talk
- Discipline
- Domination
- Threesomes
- Edging
- Exhibitionism
- Female Ejaculation
- FFM Threesome
- Fingering
- Foreplay
- Group Sex
- Hair Pulling
- Rough Sex
- Humiliation
- Kinky Sex
- Licking
- Masturbation
- MMF Threesome
- Nipple Play
- Nipples
- Non-Binary
- Partner Swapping
- Pegging
- Pinching
- Polyamory
- Role Play
- Outdoor Sex
- Sex Parties
- Younger Sex Partners
- Older Sex Partners
- Sex Toys
- Sissification
- Slave Training
- Spanking
- Submission
- Swinger
- Trans Woman
- Underwear Fetish
- Uniform Fetish
- Voyeurism
Groups
My places
The X Club Toronto is a sexy social club where you can dance, flirt and play to your heart’s content. What is a sexy social club exactly? A fun mix...
Mississauga -
Ontario - Canada
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She's not lost! but Built to Break Gently!
The heavy door shut with a click, cutting off the outside world. Courtney took a shaky breath, a small tremble running through them. The room smelled like clean leather and something sharp, like the air after a storm. Shadows filled the corners, while one strong light pointed at a big, soft Read more…chair.
A person stood up from the chair, moving slowly and calmly. They didn’t feel powerful in a loud way, but their presence filled the room. Their dark eyes met Courtney’s. They didn’t smile, just watched with quiet intensity.
“You came,” he said, their voice low and smooth.
Courtney tightened their grip on their bag. All the stress, control, and constant struggle they’d been carrying for so long suddenly felt heavy, like something they wanted to drop. But letting go felt just as scary.
“I did,” Courtney said softly. Their eyes moved around the room, but there was no easy way out, no escape back to the chaos they were used to.
He stepped closer, slowly. His footsteps were quiet, but Courtney could feel each one.
“You’re standing at a turning point, Courtney,” he said. “On one side, the life you know. On the other, something calm… but unknown.”
Courtney swallowed and looked back at them. “I’m tired of the chaos.”
“Are you tired enough to let it go?” he asked.
The question hung in the air.
A chill ran down Courtney’s back. Every instinct told them to stay in control, to protect themselves. But deep down, they wanted to let go.
“I don’t know how,” Courtney whispered. Saying it felt like giving up a piece of their control.
He reached out his hand, stopping just before touching Courtney’s face. The warmth from it was enough to feel.
“Trust isn’t given,” he said, softer now but still firm. “It’s built slowly. But the first step has to come from you. Right here. Right now.”
Courtney’s eyes filled with tears. The weight of the moment, the choice in front of them, felt overwhelming. They were used to fighting alone, always staying in control. Now, that control felt more like a cage.
“Show me,” Courtney finally said, barely able to get the words out. “Show me how to trust you.”
A small smile appeared on his face, changing their expression just slightly, less intense, and more certain.
“You already have,” he said.
A person stood up from the chair, moving slowly and calmly. They didn’t feel powerful in a loud way, but their presence filled the room. Their dark eyes met Courtney’s. They didn’t smile, just watched with quiet intensity.
“You came,” he said, their voice low and smooth.
Courtney tightened their grip on their bag. All the stress, control, and constant struggle they’d been carrying for so long suddenly felt heavy, like something they wanted to drop. But letting go felt just as scary.
“I did,” Courtney said softly. Their eyes moved around the room, but there was no easy way out, no escape back to the chaos they were used to.
He stepped closer, slowly. His footsteps were quiet, but Courtney could feel each one.
“You’re standing at a turning point, Courtney,” he said. “On one side, the life you know. On the other, something calm… but unknown.”
Courtney swallowed and looked back at them. “I’m tired of the chaos.”
“Are you tired enough to let it go?” he asked.
The question hung in the air.
A chill ran down Courtney’s back. Every instinct told them to stay in control, to protect themselves. But deep down, they wanted to let go.
“I don’t know how,” Courtney whispered. Saying it felt like giving up a piece of their control.
He reached out his hand, stopping just before touching Courtney’s face. The warmth from it was enough to feel.
“Trust isn’t given,” he said, softer now but still firm. “It’s built slowly. But the first step has to come from you. Right here. Right now.”
Courtney’s eyes filled with tears. The weight of the moment, the choice in front of them, felt overwhelming. They were used to fighting alone, always staying in control. Now, that control felt more like a cage.
“Show me,” Courtney finally said, barely able to get the words out. “Show me how to trust you.”
A small smile appeared on his face, changing their expression just slightly, less intense, and more certain.
“You already have,” he said.
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· 20.04.2026 0:46:36
LibidinousLion Beautiful, and expertly written! To have such intimacy and sensuality without a moment of sexual description ... Truly 💋🤌 . . . Bravo. Beautiful, and expertly written! To have such intimacy and sensuality without a moment of sexual description ... Truly 💋🤌 . . . Bravo.
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· 20.04.2026 0:45:14
Kupi-2112 Wow 👌 👏 😍 Wow 👌 👏 😍
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· 19.04.2026 16:17:19
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I’m a Dominant who leads with composure, humor, and intention. I don’t chase chaos or collect chats. If you’re a submissive (or brat) who craves structure, praise, correction, and real connection, we’ll get along.
Not looking for flings or ONS. I prefer substance, negotiation, and aftercare over Read more… fantasy talk.
What I enjoy (high level): protocol, obedience training, bratting & brattaming, service dynamics, impact (light–moderate), praise/discipline, mental ownership with mutual respect.
Hard no’s: disrespect, unsafe play, endless texting, ghosting.
Consent & Safety ✅️
Simple, coffee lover, I love my music, in love with perfumes & you better smell nice.
Capricorn. ♑
Not looking for flings or ONS. I prefer substance, negotiation, and aftercare over Read more… fantasy talk.
What I enjoy (high level): protocol, obedience training, bratting & brattaming, service dynamics, impact (light–moderate), praise/discipline, mental ownership with mutual respect.
Hard no’s: disrespect, unsafe play, endless texting, ghosting.
Consent & Safety ✅️
Simple, coffee lover, I love my music, in love with perfumes & you better smell nice.
Capricorn. ♑
The Swipe of Sin
She told herself it was only drinks. A quick meet-up, nothing serious. But she hesitated before swiping right, staring at that one word on my profile 'Dom'. Something in her chest tightened when she read it, a mix of curiosity and heat she didn’t want to admit. She swiped anyway. Now she was here Read more…across the table, trying too hard to act casual. Her laugh came a second too late, her hand wrapped too tightly around her glass. I watched her not the drink, not the noise of the bar, just her. I leaned in, my hand closing lightly over her wrist. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make her pulse jump under my thumb. “Dear God, keep me in check,” I muttered low, half to myself, half to her. Her eyes flicked up fast, like she’d heard the weight behind those words. I stood, tugging her by the wrist. She followed. She could’ve pulled away. She didn’t. We slipped out the back door into the alley, swallowed by shadow and silence. I turned, pressing her against the brick wall. My hand covered her mouth before she could form the nervous question already burning on her lips. Her body stiffened, but it wasn’t ***. It was that other thing. That secret hum of recognition, the one she felt the second she saw Dom in my profile. I leaned close, my voice a growl against her ear. “Say what you want, but you wanted danger the second you swiped right”. Her muffled sound was somewhere between protest and moan. Her thighs shifted against my knee as I ***d them wider. I pulled my hand away just enough to let her breathe, my eyes locking on hers. “You thought it was just drinks. But your inner sub knew better. That part of you was already kneeling before we even met.” Her lips trembled, but she didn’t deny it. And that was all the permission my demon needed. The brick sc***d her back as I pinned her harder. Her breath came quick, chest rising against mine. My hand slid from her mouth to her jaw, tilting her face up so she couldn’t look away. Her lips parted, but no words came out. Just a shaky exhale. Her eyes said everything, conflict, ***, and something much darker pulling her under. I dragged my hand down the line of her throat, stopping just above the ***r she wore, pressing my thumb against the hollow where her pulse hammered. She shivered but leaned into the pressure. "There it is," I murmured, my voice thick with hunger. "That quiet little sub inside you. You’ve been trying to keep her hidden, haven’t you? But she’s mine now. Out here, in this alley, you don’t get to bury her anymore. Her breath hitched, and then finally, she nodded. Just once. Small, desperate, but real. That was the crack I needed. My demon surged forward. I pushed her knee higher with mine, forcing her legs apart, my hand sliding beneath the hem of her skirt. She gasped, clutching at my jacket, but she didn’t push me away. "Good girl," I growled in her ear. "You knew this was coming. And now, you’re going to find out just how deep that submission runs".
“You’re going to remember the feel of these bricks on your back every time you touch yourself after tonight. You’ll leave this alley marked, shaken, and craving more of me. This is where your body stops being yours. From here on, it’s mine to use".
“You’re going to remember the feel of these bricks on your back every time you touch yourself after tonight. You’ll leave this alley marked, shaken, and craving more of me. This is where your body stops being yours. From here on, it’s mine to use".
The Silent Intruder
You will receive a message from me:
Tonight at 10 PM, you’ll be at this hotel (…). The room is booked under your name.
Inside, you’ll find lingerie and a blindfold waiting on the bed. Strip. Put them on. Then kneel, face buried in the sheets, your ass up in the air, ready and waiting. That’s how Read more…you’ll stay until the door opens.
You’ll hear voices in the hallway. Laughter. Footsteps. You won’t know if they’re stopping at your door or just passing by.
The door unlocks. Heavy steps cross the floor, closer and closer. You try to listen, desperate to guess who it is, but there’s nothing. No words. No sound. Someone is inspecting you like a piece of meat.
Without warning, SMACK. A sting burns across your ass. You gasp, but before you recover, another lands. Then another. Hard, deliberate, merciless slaps that make your cheeks jiggle and glow. The strikes keep coming, over and over, until your skin is hot and raw until you’re whimpering into the sheets.
He pauses only to see your sore flesh roughly, fingers digging into your red cheeks before landing another flurry of spanks. You’ve lost count five, ten, maybe more, but each one makes you sink deeper into submission, then your panties are yanked to the side, leaving you spread open, exposed.
He doesn’t warm you up. He doesn’t ask. He just takes. He slams into you hard, using your body like a toy, like a hole left waiting for him. One hand yanks your hair, the other closes tight around your throat,forcing you to stay down while he pounds into you.
You’re moaning, drooling into the sheets, but he never makes a sound. No praise, no comfort, just raw use. You’re nothing but an object to him in that moment.
And then, just as suddenly, he pulls out. You hear his clothes being adjusted. A paper flutters onto the bed next to your face. The door opens. Closes. Silence again.
With trembling hands, you finally take off the blindfold. On the paper, in rough handwriting, only one line:
“You’ve been a good slut.”
Your heart pounds. You don’t know who it was. If it was your Dom, or some stranger who just came in, used you, and left you like the whore you are.
Tonight at 10 PM, you’ll be at this hotel (…). The room is booked under your name.
Inside, you’ll find lingerie and a blindfold waiting on the bed. Strip. Put them on. Then kneel, face buried in the sheets, your ass up in the air, ready and waiting. That’s how Read more…you’ll stay until the door opens.
You’ll hear voices in the hallway. Laughter. Footsteps. You won’t know if they’re stopping at your door or just passing by.
The door unlocks. Heavy steps cross the floor, closer and closer. You try to listen, desperate to guess who it is, but there’s nothing. No words. No sound. Someone is inspecting you like a piece of meat.
Without warning, SMACK. A sting burns across your ass. You gasp, but before you recover, another lands. Then another. Hard, deliberate, merciless slaps that make your cheeks jiggle and glow. The strikes keep coming, over and over, until your skin is hot and raw until you’re whimpering into the sheets.
He pauses only to see your sore flesh roughly, fingers digging into your red cheeks before landing another flurry of spanks. You’ve lost count five, ten, maybe more, but each one makes you sink deeper into submission, then your panties are yanked to the side, leaving you spread open, exposed.
He doesn’t warm you up. He doesn’t ask. He just takes. He slams into you hard, using your body like a toy, like a hole left waiting for him. One hand yanks your hair, the other closes tight around your throat,forcing you to stay down while he pounds into you.
You’re moaning, drooling into the sheets, but he never makes a sound. No praise, no comfort, just raw use. You’re nothing but an object to him in that moment.
And then, just as suddenly, he pulls out. You hear his clothes being adjusted. A paper flutters onto the bed next to your face. The door opens. Closes. Silence again.
With trembling hands, you finally take off the blindfold. On the paper, in rough handwriting, only one line:
“You’ve been a good slut.”
Your heart pounds. You don’t know who it was. If it was your Dom, or some stranger who just came in, used you, and left you like the whore you are.
dumbasswhore69 I’d 100% allow this to happen and hope more than one comes in at the same time I’d 100% allow this to happen and hope more than one comes in at the same time
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· 06.09.2025 1:06:33
CocoQueen320 Oh, sounds like a Tuesday Oh, sounds like a Tuesday
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· 05.09.2025 4:19:32
bigbumsojai Perfect cnc Perfect cnc
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· 05.09.2025 3:20:01
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Control, structure, deep trust & vulnerability growth.
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Dom & some extras. I value real connection, honesty, and no filters. I’m drawn to feminine energy, playful, curious, and authentic, whether that’s in women, trans, or anyone who embodies it. I’m open, honest, and direct. If respect and chemistry are there, everything else becomes an adventure.
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