Personal details

Gender Man
Age 39
Status Single
Height 173cm
Weight 85kg
Body shape Athletic
Eye colour Brown
Hair colour Brown
Hair length Short
Beard Full beard
Orientation Straight
Ethnicity Mediterranean
Origin Turkey
Pubic Hair Part shaved
Body hair Some hair
Zodiac signs Cancer
Glasses
Smoker
Tattoos
Piercings
I can speak English
Turkish

About me

Description

39 Year-old male from London starts showing extremely dominant characteristics with rough, slightly sadistic tendencies. Reads a book, gets curious, reads some more, experiments a little, likes what he sees, reads more, tries a few new things, likes even more, joins a forum, speaks to a few like minded people, comes home and ties up the missus and gives her a good spanking. Pulls her hair takes her hard and fast. Really likes. Reads some more, wants a lot more... is here...

Fantasies

To dominate mind AND Body. Impact play and well as sensual play.

Lot's and Lot's of spankings!

Looking to better my skills in:

  • Rope
  • Spanish
  • Juggling

Any help would be appreciated :)

Be Safe
x

My events

My places

Fetish.com gives you…


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SirArtu
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  • 18.12.2017 8:41:18
  • Male (39)
  • London
  • Single
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  • 17.12.2017 22:10:54
  • Male (39)
  • London
  • Single
SirArtu
icon-wio SirArtu wrote something in the forum
  • 16.12.2017 8:52:44
  • Male (39)
  • London
  • Single
What’s making you twitch today??

Also looking forward to a twisted weekend of fun and debauchery :)
(If you're reading this sweetheart, I'm coming to get you!) 😏

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SirArtu
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  • 13.12.2017 15:21:46
  • Male (39)
  • London
  • Single
SirArtu
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Who are we? What are we doing?
We are a bunch of kinky individuals from around London meeting up for some drinks in Crystal Palace every First Tuesday of each month.
You can join us here
Where are we?
We meet at The Westow House, a van...
SirArtu
icon-wio SirArtu wrote something in the forum
  • 05.12.2017 20:14:50
  • Male (39)
  • London
  • Single
The whole switch debate

Don't give up on your dreams and desires.
I wish you the best of luck.
x
Artu

SirArtu
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  • 05.12.2017 19:36:01
  • Male (39)
  • London
  • Single
Controlling oneself in public

Never did manage to find a way. Took 4 hour meetings with a hard on.
And if there is a way to stay away from kinky thoughts, I'd intentionally forget it.
You're kinky! Live with it! 😂

SirArtu
icon-wio SirArtu wrote something in the forum
  • 04.12.2017 1:29:16
  • Male (39)
  • London
  • Single
Worrying exchange with a so called Dom

I'm sorry to hear you've had such a horrible experience my lovely. You've clearly come across a dick masquerading as a Dom .
If you ever want to talk you have my number. x

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  • 04.12.2017 0:41:49
  • Male (39)
  • London
  • Single
Tickling - how and why?

Teeth torture is basically having your tooth drilled without anaesthetic....
I am, or course, talking about real torture in this case and not anything connected with BDSM.
For the ticking, you might want to tO try and see if you enjoy being tickled first of all. Maybe get a friend something to Read more… tickle your feet and see if it turns you on in any way.
Its not for everyone but if you haopen to enjoy it, its another thing to list under the Yes column.
All the best
x
Artu

SirArtu
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  • 03.12.2017 1:49:20
  • Male (39)
  • London
  • Single
The whole switch debate

Here's what I think for what its worth:
Firstly, I wouldn't try to be submissive if the need arises at a particular point to take a more dominant role.... The need arises because you're curious about it and that's a good thing. Yes, you may try and not like it or absolutely love it and carry on, Read more… whilst also not neglecting your Sub needs.
So I would always recommend that you do what feels rigHT to you at that time...
With ONE exception!!!
If you're not sure you're going to be able to take care of your Sub, do NOT play. Literally as simplementation as that (unless of couse, your Sub tells you explicitly that they do not require aftercare/nurturing etc - even so, you should regularly check/offer).
As a Sub, I suspect you might now yourself how, as relationships develops, Subs look up to their Doms more and more. They take great strength from them through many different interactions. But most importantly, I'd like to think that they learn that BDSM dynamics are really not about "people-beating-people" but the mutual understanding of each others needs. Through the contrast of something as "wrong" as hitting another person, then SHOWING them that you just did that through love and not hate...
In short:
BE the kind of Dom YOU would want to submit to!!!

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  • 03.12.2017 1:37:27
  • Male (39)
  • London
  • Single
Tickling - how and why?

I think I'd rather have my eyelashes plucked one by one!!! Second only to teeth torture, I think its REALLY bad. So if somone is seriously threating disciplining you with tickling, Id make sure I was a VEEERY good girl if I was you. :)
Just my 10 pence worth 😂😂😂

SirArtu
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  • 02.12.2017 20:59:37
  • Male (39)
  • London
  • Single
Tell us a bit about your kinky lifestyle. Do you go to fetish clubs and munches, are you in a 24/7 relationship...?
I am Single, tho there are some women I play with occasionally. I usually like to play in private though I'm known to have given a few spankings at LAM
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  • 02.12.2017 20:59:37
  • Male (39)
  • London
  • Single
D/s: Dom/me or sub? Top or bottom? Caregiver or little? Owner or slave? Do you switch or are you unsure?
Dom / Top
I have never switched and doubt very much I would be able to . Though feel free to try.
SirArtu
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  • 02.12.2017 20:59:37
  • Male (39)
  • London
  • Single
Tell us about your kinky fantasies!
Sure? And Plural as well? Here's one! If you're good, you can have another:
Strangers on the Train:
I got owned today. As the youngsters say in London: “PROPPA OWNED!”
Like some derelict property that had duly been paid for in full and acquired, added to some random Read more… portfolio, waiting its turn to be invested on and sold off to the highest bidder….
Here’s how it happened:
I have spent the whole week attending a worldwide travel convention in Germany. There were suppliers from all around the globe and although I couldn’t help notice some of the lovely girls present there (I salute you Miss Sigmudsson from Iceland), unfortunately I barely had any time to even think about kink, since each meeting started with a breakfast meeting at 8AM and ended with a corporate dinner at 8PM.
Well… that… and a certain naughty babygirl on here who had pretty much taken over my mind in the space of 3 days.
Spending 7 days in a row in business suits is not fun to say the least. Unfortunately, when you are negotiating multi million pound contracts, turning up in jeans and a jumper (Why do I need a jumper? let me just turn up topless in my DJ’s) isn’t a very fruitful option. So, suits it was for seven consecutive days.
We had our last 3 meetings this morning (small fish – waste of time) and I couldn’t wait to get out, go back to the apartment to get my stuff and get the fuck out of Berlin, with its now demolished wall and elderly citizens who, when asked whether they spoke English, turned up their noses at you as if you just farted in their faces.
The flight home was… to put rather delicately… Shit! And oh I just couldn’t wait to get on the London Underground to travel some 26 stops home amongst the smelly commuters, the hairy tourists from some forgotten part of the world and the beggars who never seemed to have any money to eat, but were somehow always able to afford the train fare.
I found a nice empty carriage, set my bags down and plopped my ass on the corner seat next to the glass pane. I was tired, ideally, I just wanted to sleep until I got to my stop, but much to my horror and delight, a rather delicious looking blond got on at Hatton Cross and sat across from me.
“Great!” I thought to myself… If I rest my head on the glass and close my eyes, not only will I not be able to delight in her beauty and evident innocence, I could also find myself waking up some stations later, with spit drooling out of the corner of my mouth.
Now, that just wouldn't be very Masterly, Dominant OR Daddy-like would it?
She literally looked good enough to eat so I tried to make eye contact with her, trying to be careful not to come across as a prowler but she wasn’t having any of it. In my frustration, I didn’t realise that I had been twisting and untwisting the work tie I had in my hand, which I clearly remember stuffing into my inside jacket pocket when I sat down but not taking back out.
After a while I gave up. The train was starting to fill up and I couldn’t risk everyone else noticing that I was practically eating this delicious blond with my eyes. The twist-untwist-rinse-repeat- was getting a little boring so I started to tie little knots into the tie. It was pretty fucked up from the twist-untwist so was going to end up at the dry cleaners in any case for some “good aftercare.”
About half way into my 8-knot combo (my signature knot) I noticed that throughout our journey, Miss Delicious had kept her gaze pointed at my right knee, I had noticed this earlier but couldn’t make any sense of it. What I didn’t notice was the significance of the spot she was looking at and the fact that when I changed from twist-untwist-rinse-repeat to 8-knots for a pound, she started pushing her wrists together. She was still refusing to look at me but at the start of every knot, she would join her delicate bare wrists as if she was trying to give herself a blood transfusion from one artery to the other and ever slightly forward, as if saying “Here Sir, these are for you…”.
When I looked at her, I could see a very vague curl on the side of her mouth that made me think of those waves I used to surf in the Pacific. The same adrenaline that I got from riding those waves came rushing back, just as I hit knot number 8 and my bond with her was compete.
Still she refused to look at me and this pissed me off and excited me at the same time. Without saying a word, without a touch... without even something as simple as a glance, she was submitting herself at the door of my will.
Unlike other women I dominated in the past, I wanted her to look at me, I wanted to see her eyes, see her soul and try to understand just how twisted it was. Was she one of us? A closet-kinkster living the joys of this lifestyle, perhaps only in the safety of her head? She was clearly showing submissive characteristics (or was I just having wishful feelings and misinterpreting her disgust of my glare as something that conveniently suited my own selfish needs, fed by twisted fantasies that could either bring me to the top of the world, or inevitably end up costing me my freedom?)
As you would have guessed, you cannot just approach someone on the London Underground and say: “Hello young lady, I am a Dom and I would like to do things with you that would even put Mr Grey to shame” without making a trip to Stoke Newington Police Station to have a quick chat with DSI Davies, followed by free dinner, a night's free accommodation at Her Majesty’s pleasure and the “show” at the Wood Green Crown Court the following morning, which, inevitably would lead to more free accommodation at the expense our Gracious and Noble Queen.
So, sadly, I said nothing. Systematically I carried on tying and untying my eight-knot combination and started to find this a little more therapeutic than the twist-untwist of the earlier stations. I did, however, imagine people leaving the train in their threes and fours, leaving just the two of us riding between two non-existent stations that were located at either end of the country, so that our train just didn’t pull into a station and we wouldn’t be interrupted. On Board the Non-Existent Express, I would first take her hands and put one through the space between the blue metal pole and the glass, and the other hand on the other side of the blue pole, then promptly tie the signature eight-knot bond around her wrists, using my work tie. Then I would take the seat next to the glass, the one where she had been sat, and put her over my knee. Without even bothering to take her jeans and knickers off, I imagined spanking her at least ten times, relatively hard, and enjoying the gasps that would escape her beautiful mouth, while my erection grew harder and harder. I had a perfectly good reason for each one and could easily justify my actions to anyone, if required.
Smack One was inexorably because she had absolutely no right to be this beautiful. No one had! No exceptions! Fuck off and shut the door behind you!
Smack Two was of course because she had dared to play along, without knowing the beast she was dealing with, trying to tempt me into saying something to her by putting her wrists together every time I tied a knot and pushing them, ever gently, in my direction.
Smack Three was because she had not taken her eyes off my knee the whole time. In my frustration at not being able to make eye contact with her, I failed to notice that the part of my body she had fixed her gaze on, would have been the exact spot where her cheek would have been resting, had we been in-play, and she was kneeled at my side. Like an obedient little fuckslut, she had submitted herself to my subconscious mind, giving me a hidden signal that she knew exactly where her place was and that she was perfectly willing to make that place her own and call it home. Oh what a complete idiot had I been? Once again, she had tricked me, distracted me with something simple and almost literally picked my mind’s pocket without me realising. Hell, just for this, Smack Four would also land on the same spot and not even count. The sexy little fuckslut!
As I went through my reasons for each smack, the pain in my groin grew larger, my cock, which, by now, was ready to explode, seeking release and perhaps a little redemption. I shifted slightly in my seat and discreetly closed my legs, since the blue-eyed husky sprawled across the aisle appeared to be incredibly aware and worryingly interested in my erection. The old guy with the Costa Coffee gave me a nonchalant glance as he took a large sip of his Latte Macchiato and turned his attention back to his yellowing book, something titled “Secretary” by an author named Mary Gaitskill, whom I’d never heard of.
Back in my mind, the Delicious Blonde and I were still riding the deserted single train carriage, travelling between Non-Existent Station 1 and Non-Existent Station 2.
I was ready to fuck her. Tied up against the metal pole in that half bent over position, I wanted to rip her jeans off and literally bore through her knickers with my steel cock and fuck her hard and fast, her shoulder driving into the glass at every thrust, her innocent pussy clamping itself tightly around me, before pulling out to shoot my load all over her beautiful pink asshole.
Wait! No, I wanted to squirm out from under her, making sure that she was still bent over, then quickly removing her jeans and knickers in one swift move and burying my face in that delicious pussy, ravaging it like a starved animal, along with her virgin ass.
No I didn’t! What I really wanted was to hold her by the neck and throatfuck her, making sure at every thrust that she took the full length of my hard cock in her mouth, making sure that I only exploded my juices directly into her stomach once she had shed a single tear from one of her eyes, my reward for putting up with her shit.
Actually, I decided it would be a better if I just rammed my cock into her ass, pounded it like my life depended on it, before….
Delicious Blond abruptly stood as the real train was pulling into South Kensington, a move that sparked the interest of the husky who half stood up on his front legs and happily started to wag its tail, almost sure that something was about to happen. She took half a step towards me and, much to my absolute surprise, made a theatrical “slapping” motion that was aimed at my face but missed by a foot, and then dramatically put her hands on her hips, bent down at the waist towards my face and said in a not-particularly low voice:
“HOW DARE YOU, YOU PERVERT!? I’M ONLY NINETEEN!”
Everything stopped in an instant. Through the glass of the train, I could clearly see the indentations on the pipes that adorned the inside of the tunnel, even though at this point, the train we were on was supposed to be pulling into the station through this tunnel at some 20 miles an hour at the very least. I could see the husky’s tail suspended in mid-wag, while its curved tongue was firmly placed on its nose in mid-lick, which looked quite funny and disturbing at the same time, as if the little shit was also mocking me. The old man reading the book had clearly underestimated how much coffee he had had left in his Costa cup, tilting it too much to spill half of its contents all over his own face, allowing me a glance into how wonderful liquid droplets look whilst suspended in mid-air.
I was frozen! What the fuck had she meant when she said “How dare you!?” Had she been reading my mind? Did she know the extent of the thoughts I had harboured for her in the short time that we had travelled together in this underground train? Could she see my twisted soul and expose me for the fucked-up being that I was?
But I hadn’t said anything to her! It was childish to think that she could read my mind, I guessed at that point, just as it was immature of me to think that she had the slightest intention of pleasing me in any way.
But She had known that I had been thinking…
But I was just thinking….
But we had only…
But……….
But…..
I didn’t realise that this thought had made itself from my brain to my mouth without my permission. Before I could stop myself, I opened my mouth and tried to say But….
Tried to, because what came out of my mouth was “Baaa…!”
Yes, I had bleated at her. ME, the guy who had been unable to utter a single coherent word to her up to this point had finally opened his mouth and literally bleated at this beautiful creature like a Welsh Sheep!
I was truly and royally fucked. Not only had I lost the chance to have any meaningful relationship or even a friendship with this girl, I had also been exposed as a pervert who pried on young women on public transportation and was sure that a couple of plain-clothed police officers would enter my carriage at the next station, to ask me off the train as we approached Knightsbridge and arrest me right there, on the Northbound platform of the Piccadilly Line.
Right then, just as the beeping started to indicate that the train doors were closing, she winked at me and jumped off the train. As the doors closed behind her, I finally knew what it felt like to be hit by an articulated lorry travelling at 120 miles per hour. I had been rooted to the spot, trying to comprehend and defend against the multiple blows that this sexy little fuckwit had been throwing at me in the 35 minutes that I had known her.
She HAD been aware, she HAD been willing and she HAD been enjoying what she had been doing to me. In thinking that she was just a young innocent blond I had come across on the train, I had completely let down my guard and this girl had clearly sneaked her clever little pussy into my twisted mind and cum on my brain, at MY expense!
As a last-ditch attempt, finally able to break the spell she had cast on me, I turned around as the train started to pull away from the station and saw her happily trotting down the platform towards her expensive flat down the road, with a naughty skip in her step, not looking back, leaving me hanging there like a dog on a leash. I never did imagine I would have this in common with a Husky!
So, as I said…. I got owned today. ME! The 38-year-old Dom from North London who makes CEO’s of Corporations kneel at his feet (both literally AND figuratively) had just been bound, gagged, spanked and sodomised by a 19-year-old rich slut from South Kensington, who, without even me noticing, had just Dominated me like her obedient little Sub!
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icon-wio SirArtu completed their confessions
  • 02.12.2017 20:59:37
  • Male (39)
  • London
  • Single
Do you find talking about sex and kink easy or difficult? Why?
I don't find it very difficult.