Hello potential master!
Let me GiVE YOU A REAL KEY of MY embarrassment!
I am a person who has already passed the age of forty, married with a damn hot and sexy russian wife. I am someone who knows exactly how valuable time is for someone. I don't want to waste your time, nor do I want to waste my own.My wife is a hotwife. She is aware that I occasionally share her photos on the internet. And she thinking about me that i’m a pathetic masturbator. Aside from keeping our identities secret—and avoiding anything that would risk that—and my refusal to share my own photos, I can say I have no taboos. At least, I believe that to be the case...I’m not a gay, I’m a straight hubby. But I have a 5.5cm tiny penis, I was never a dominant guy but my wife trained me to be under subordination.
We don’t do sado maso crap! Physically we are not a sado maso couple we are not making it but psychologically I’m a masohism addicted pathetic hubby
We love traveling. My wife admires underground night clubs latin dance. Pole dance. We love eastern countries as Egypt Turkey Dubai even southAfrica .
Be my MASTER!
I am expecting a long-term communication that could last over a year. Over such a long time, many taboos might naturally disappear. I will always tell you the truth. And i will never promise empty. I would be a victim of our virtual domination dynamics and aspects, or evolving into any format you desire. I am offering you a master-slave relationship based on visual materials of my hot russian wife.
Now! Let me tell you a real thing!
will. If you’ll allow me, I’d like to briefly explain the state of mind I’m in right now.
I’m a straight married man, not gay or bisexual. Yet after my wife’s bull left our lives, I’ve been feeling a strange, heavy emptiness. It’s like working for the same company for many years, loving the job, and then suddenly having to leave. That’s the closest way I can describe it. My wife Elena and I are happy that he has moved on and married the woman he loves, but the four-and-a-half years he was part of our family — both in real life and online — left a big void.
I first contacted him on VKontakte without my wife knowing. For almost a year he acted as my virtual dominant, Master, and bull. Little by little I opened up to him, sharing our secrets, photos, and videos. He lived 600 km away. When he became unemployed, he ordered me to find him a job. I tried harder than I’ve ever tried for myself. He even gave me the login details for an email account he created so I could apply to companies on his behalf — both in his city and ours.
At that time my wife still didn’t know about our Master-slave dynamic. Through hundreds of white-collar applications I managed to get him four interview invitations. One of them was in our city and required advanced Excel skills. Although he had listed advanced Excel on the CV I prepared, his real level was beginner. Still, he got the job.
We hadn’t met face-to-face yet. He was already treating me very harshly, and because of the explicit photos and videos I had sent him, I lived in constant fear and stress. Over time he took possession of most of my huge private archive.
A few weeks after he got the job, he told me he would come to our city to rent a place before starting work. He arrived with six suitcases and his car. He invited me to dinner. I thought he wanted to thank me for helping him. During the meal he kept saying he wanted to meet my wife. Sitting across from him in real life made me feel like a rabbit frozen in headlights. At the end of the dinner he simply pushed the bill in front of me.
A few days later he asked if he could stay with us for a short time because the tenant in his new apartment was leaving late. It wasn’t really a question — he made me feel I had no choice. I even offered to pay for his Airbnb to avoid bringing him home, but he pressured me and told me exactly what to say to Elena.
Following his instructions, I told my wife that an old army friend had moved to the city, that I had helped him find a job, and that his rented place wasn’t ready yet. When she asked why he didn’t stay in a hotel, I used the story he had dictated: I didn’t want to leave him alone, he had already paid for an Airbnb, and if I didn’t invite him I would go stay with him there. I even added that he liked partying with girls and I didn’t want to be in a bachelor pad during the work week. Elena immediately agreed and said, “Of course, invite your friend. No need for you to go there.”
When I told my Master the good news, he wanted to come the same night, but I managed to delay him until the next evening. The “army friend” story worked perfectly, and my respect and sub to him grew even stronger.
He came to our house for what was supposed to be three or four days. Using the excuse that the tenant still hadn’t left, he ended up staying two full weeks. From the second day, his relationship with Elena became very intimate. I won’t describe the erotic details here, but during the nearly four years he lived in our city I did almost all of his Excel work for his job while managing my own. I never expected friendship or respect from him, and he never gave any. Elena never knew I called him “Master” — at least I don’t think she did.
When he got her pregnant, I paid for the abortion. When they went on holidays together, he told her he was treating her, but I actually paid his share of the hotel costs. Over time I became completely addicted to the dynamic.
One day he told me he had seen a psychologist and had been diagnosed with clinical psychopathy. After researching it, I understood that men like him are naturally suited to be superiors and Masters.
Now that this intense chapter of four and a half years has ended, the emptiness I feel is very strong. I hope you can understand me.
Because of everything I’ve experienced and the depth of my sub, I would like to respectfully ask if you would consider becoming my new Master. I am ready to serve with complete devotion and earn your respect through my obedience and loyalty.
Thank you for reading my long message.
Let me GiVE YOU A REAL KEY of MY embarrassment!
I am a person who has already passed the age of forty, married with a damn hot and sexy russian wife. I am someone who knows exactly how valuable time is for someone. I don't want to waste your time, nor do I want to waste my own.My wife is a hotwife. She is aware that I occasionally share her photos on the internet. And she thinking about me that i’m a pathetic masturbator. Aside from keeping our identities secret—and avoiding anything that would risk that—and my refusal to share my own photos, I can say I have no taboos. At least, I believe that to be the case...I’m not a gay, I’m a straight hubby. But I have a 5.5cm tiny penis, I was never a dominant guy but my wife trained me to be under subordination.
We don’t do sado maso crap! Physically we are not a sado maso couple we are not making it but psychologically I’m a masohism addicted pathetic hubby
We love traveling. My wife admires underground night clubs latin dance. Pole dance. We love eastern countries as Egypt Turkey Dubai even southAfrica .
Be my MASTER!
I am expecting a long-term communication that could last over a year. Over such a long time, many taboos might naturally disappear. I will always tell you the truth. And i will never promise empty. I would be a victim of our virtual domination dynamics and aspects, or evolving into any format you desire. I am offering you a master-slave relationship based on visual materials of my hot russian wife.
Now! Let me tell you a real thing!
will. If you’ll allow me, I’d like to briefly explain the state of mind I’m in right now.
I’m a straight married man, not gay or bisexual. Yet after my wife’s bull left our lives, I’ve been feeling a strange, heavy emptiness. It’s like working for the same company for many years, loving the job, and then suddenly having to leave. That’s the closest way I can describe it. My wife Elena and I are happy that he has moved on and married the woman he loves, but the four-and-a-half years he was part of our family — both in real life and online — left a big void.
I first contacted him on VKontakte without my wife knowing. For almost a year he acted as my virtual dominant, Master, and bull. Little by little I opened up to him, sharing our secrets, photos, and videos. He lived 600 km away. When he became unemployed, he ordered me to find him a job. I tried harder than I’ve ever tried for myself. He even gave me the login details for an email account he created so I could apply to companies on his behalf — both in his city and ours.
At that time my wife still didn’t know about our Master-slave dynamic. Through hundreds of white-collar applications I managed to get him four interview invitations. One of them was in our city and required advanced Excel skills. Although he had listed advanced Excel on the CV I prepared, his real level was beginner. Still, he got the job.
We hadn’t met face-to-face yet. He was already treating me very harshly, and because of the explicit photos and videos I had sent him, I lived in constant fear and stress. Over time he took possession of most of my huge private archive.
A few weeks after he got the job, he told me he would come to our city to rent a place before starting work. He arrived with six suitcases and his car. He invited me to dinner. I thought he wanted to thank me for helping him. During the meal he kept saying he wanted to meet my wife. Sitting across from him in real life made me feel like a rabbit frozen in headlights. At the end of the dinner he simply pushed the bill in front of me.
A few days later he asked if he could stay with us for a short time because the tenant in his new apartment was leaving late. It wasn’t really a question — he made me feel I had no choice. I even offered to pay for his Airbnb to avoid bringing him home, but he pressured me and told me exactly what to say to Elena.
Following his instructions, I told my wife that an old army friend had moved to the city, that I had helped him find a job, and that his rented place wasn’t ready yet. When she asked why he didn’t stay in a hotel, I used the story he had dictated: I didn’t want to leave him alone, he had already paid for an Airbnb, and if I didn’t invite him I would go stay with him there. I even added that he liked partying with girls and I didn’t want to be in a bachelor pad during the work week. Elena immediately agreed and said, “Of course, invite your friend. No need for you to go there.”
When I told my Master the good news, he wanted to come the same night, but I managed to delay him until the next evening. The “army friend” story worked perfectly, and my respect and sub to him grew even stronger.
He came to our house for what was supposed to be three or four days. Using the excuse that the tenant still hadn’t left, he ended up staying two full weeks. From the second day, his relationship with Elena became very intimate. I won’t describe the erotic details here, but during the nearly four years he lived in our city I did almost all of his Excel work for his job while managing my own. I never expected friendship or respect from him, and he never gave any. Elena never knew I called him “Master” — at least I don’t think she did.
When he got her pregnant, I paid for the abortion. When they went on holidays together, he told her he was treating her, but I actually paid his share of the hotel costs. Over time I became completely addicted to the dynamic.
One day he told me he had seen a psychologist and had been diagnosed with clinical psychopathy. After researching it, I understood that men like him are naturally suited to be superiors and Masters.
Now that this intense chapter of four and a half years has ended, the emptiness I feel is very strong. I hope you can understand me.
Because of everything I’ve experienced and the depth of my sub, I would like to respectfully ask if you would consider becoming my new Master. I am ready to serve with complete devotion and earn your respect through my obedience and loyalty.
Thank you for reading my long message.
