Cain.
But you can call me Dad.
K-9 Dom.
Only interested in the hunt.
Platonic flirt and dominant.
Twenty-nine.
Older men that
smell like cigarettes
do it best.
lepurin.
your sadistically sweet older brother.
twenty-three.
platonic flirt.
dominant transmasc that only submits for my handler.
come play, i promise i’ll be real nice.
lepurin.
your sadistically sweet older brother.
twenty-three.
platonic flirt.
dominant transmasc that only submits for my handler.
come play, i promise i’ll be real nice.
A tender spanking after a long day. Firm rhythmic palm strikes to soft bare skin until the fragile blood vessels beneath have long broken into constellations, and you burst into tears.
Training my submissive by yanking on their leash until it becomes burned into their brain. Their automatically reaching for an invisible collar, even when I scold them in public.
softly and sweetly cooing a brat into submission, breaking their barriers down one by one until they become putty in my hands. praising them for every ounce of submission they give me until it becomes second nature.
gaslighting a sub into subspace and controlling their orgasms by replacing their thoughts with my own. slowly convincing them that i know best about their privilege to cum until they finally stop begging tearfully for an orgasm that’ll never come.
Sweet but firmly spoken commands whispered into your ear. A hand resting in the middle of your back, guiding you. Orders placed for you.
Small unspoken moments of dominance that leave you floating that a confident older man can supply effortlessly.
Need to find me a sweet little pet that will nuzzle against my lap while I give them head scratches. Too ditsy to notice my zipper coming undone or the way I guide their head elsewhere.
