22M4F Academic looking to break a new stress toy
Truthfully, I’ve found that my favorite toys tend to be those pretty sluts too nervous to reach out first, so I figured I’d say hello. Just as a bit more context and what I’m generally looking for
Personally I believe there’s a lot of power in submission when it’s done right. Not the bullshit kind people typically shoot for, but the kind built on trust and respect. I like playing with that line, that space where someone chooses to give up control because they realize how good it feels to be understood. I want you to submit fully to me, not because I’m forcing you too, but because you fucking love it. I like training my pretty toys to explore that part of themselves.
For example, It drives me a fucking crazy when you sit there sending me message after message just hoping I’ll answer. There’s something about knowing that pretty little head is stuck thinking about me and running away from yourself that I really enjoy. Wondering what I’m doing. Wondering what I could be doing with you. That kind of attention is very addictive. I love knowing I can occupy your thoughts like that, that’s how you should feel 24/7, you no longer own your thoughts.
I want you catching yourself thinking about me during the day. Wondering what I’d say to you. Wondering what I’d make you do. That slow shift where it stops feeling like effort and just starts feeling natural is one of my favorites to watch.
You’ll be mine because you’re going to fucking beg for it when you realize how good it feels to belong somewhere intentionally. From our brief introduction, how you talk, how you listen, how you respond, you sound exactly like my type. So I’m definitely glad we connected.
If you’re good and did what I asked, I’ll reward you a little but it comes at a cost. You can ask me one question, completely guilt free. Anything you want. Personal, academic, physical, whatever you’re curious about. I’ll answer it as seriously or as playfully as you want me to.
I wouldn’t just make you leave your dignity at the door. What I want is for you to completely fucking melt, you don’t have dignity anymore, your sole purpose is now to be my full time cock warmer. The idea of me having to jerk off to porn should make you physically fucking sick, you are my new toy, take pride in it. If we were together in public I’d want you strong, independent, composed. Someone nobody would ever guess about. I like intelligence. I like competence. I like someone who can stand on their own.
And then the second we’re alone… I’d want to feel you just melt. That moment where you stop pretending you have to hold everything together and just collapse into me because you want to be handled.
Not because you have to.
Because you trust me enough to let go.
You don’t lose your thoughts around me, you just don’t need them for a while because I’ll think for you. Let me set the direction. All you’d need to do is exist there with me and focus on how good it feels to be exactly where you’re supposed to be, and focus on every bit of my cock.