FetLife as Master-Rabbit.
Kik is ConditionalBehaviour.

Tom Allen +James Spader = ?
Gothic soul, emo heart, autist brain, perverse sensibilities.
Live in Bicester, work in Oxford. Hunting someone local for long-term. I am not wanting endless pictures, if anything, I will likely want a couple of precise SFW ones to show you're legitimate. Reach out if local (45 minute trip or so) and serious. A spoken conversation within a day or two, a meet within a week or two, are not high asks. If you're not comfortable having a spoken conversation relatively quickly, you're not going to be capable of what is required to realise your desires.
Intrinsically kinky in many ways, sex is not a high requirement for me. I'll likely enjoy it, especially if we share some of the more cerebral initialisms, but the grand desire is for a primary romantic partner over a fuck doll. Not that you can't be both.
Ideally you've dark deviances and unusual arousals we can bring to life, and that is the key as I am not looking to write fantasies for you; I am looking to bring them into reality.
My own engagement tends not to come from specific fetishes, more the sublimation of your own and your self under my direction; I enjoy innocence tainted and erotic irony. I love to make people choose debasement for their own satisfaction or as a humbling path to release, whether orgasmic or more generically physical.
Whilst I may not share your kinks, I find it highly unlikely you'll present anything new or shocking to me. Past partners have enjoyed things associated with graveyards, pounds, asylums and some of the more self-abusive or reductive engagements. I've managed to bring these to realisation in safe and largely sane ways, each with a twist to make them enjoyable to us both.
Compliance earns affection and pleasure. Disobedience rewards time for reflection and a more excruciating form of pleasing.
That said ... Megustalations.
Head shaved, mind depraved, enamoured of theatre and song. And VanLife, FetLife, and UrbEx. Oh my!
Catch-22 is my humour. I'm into surrealism in all things. Also very much enamoured of well choreographed routines and linguistical limberness.
I want a love that seeks my own, a soul that encompasses me, that feeds off of my attention and affection. Someone to dance with in the rain, in the woods, in supermarkets and in silence.
Time spent hiking, (also scooting - I'm spending far too much with Voi), hunting for abandoned and spooky places is time well spent. Indoor hobbies include perfumery, cooking, watching horror / gore / exploitation films and miscellaneous musicals and designing clothes and contraptions for fun.
I'm looking for someone to make food shopping fun, stroke all the fluffs and floofs with, who'll send cute pictures to me, and that I can treat, tease and traumatise in all of the special ways we'll both love. The ideal is a romantic relationship built on fetishistic foundations. Especially through more subtly expressed intimacy, such as a hand slipping into mine, or a kiss gifted unexpectedly as I turn to see you.
Talk to me about philosophy, psychology, stories and how these intertwine, in myth, in religion, in sexual fantasy and relaxation. Taboos and darker interests are eagerly explored. As said, I've quite a history of bringing such to life in relatively sane ways, and helping process associated traumas, and always enjoy the chance to either find something new to engage with, or someone new to help come to terms with themselves.
Come be the focus of my loving attention and suffer the barbs of my endless puns. Charm me with your vivacity so I yearn to make you cry yourself to climax. Seduce me with your mind so I wish to pet, pretty, and punish you. Keep me with your innocence, no matter how I taint it.
Talk to me. Let me into your head. I'll make you better. I'll make you mine.

Infantile DDlg. Enduring physical harm.