BDSM Fort Hood

I’m not looking for love or equality. I’m looking to be owned—used, reshaped, and managed like livestock. I want to be stripped of identity, autonomy, even language if you wish. I want to be kept, not cared for—bred for purpose, denied for pleasure, humiliated into usefulness.

I’m a trans woman and I want my body to reflect its status: something not quite human anymore, something modified, pierced, marked, and controlled for the satisfaction of someone who sees me as a project or a possession—not a person.

Permanent chastity, branding, cosmetic alteration, behavioral reconditioning—I’m open to it all. I don’t want safety. I want structure. I don’t want praise. I want conditioning. My pleasure is irrelevant; my consent is given once, and the rest is yours to dictate.

I’m stable, committed, and prepared to give my body and mind to someone cruel enough to deserve them. Someone who understands what it means to keep property, to break a thing until it thanks you for every crack.

If you want something docile. Something disposable. Something that can be trained, milked, punished, and perfected—I’m here. Ready for the pen, the collar, or the cage.

Just say the word.

Looking for a “kinky” friend for the weekend!