Fiendish Confessions

There are two rules that I require for everyone I play with. I apply them online, and and real life, making sure to discuss them seriously before getting into anything beyond flirting. They are not always easy, but they are important to me, so I will not play with anyone who will not follow them. Rule #1 : You must always be honest with me. As a dominant, it's my responsibility to protect those that I play with. When I push someone physically and emotionally, I need to make sure that they are within their limits. It's is essential that I be able to ask questions like, "does your jaw hurt?" or "how are you feeling?" and get an honest answer. One subtlety here is that I'm not promising to be honest in return. It's not my intention to be deceitful, but sometimes it's fun to play with a subs brain as well. For example, I might adjust the clocks before letting a sub out of sensory deprivation, or set out a scary toy that I don't plan to use ...

Social anxiety is something I have struggled with for my entire adult life. It doesn't prevent me from living a life that is mostly normal, but it can be a nuisance. Every now and then I'll have a reaction that's more unpleasant. For whatever reason, kinky gatherings cause an extremely strong reaction for me. In spite of that, my wife and I recently attended our first kinky meeting. It was a small gathering I found on fetlife for kinksters attending a convention. We were dressed as characters from an anime, but that was encouraged in the invitation. It was really great. Everyone made an effort to talk to us and make us feel welcome. Starting out with a group that was nerdy like us also helped. I felt safe, and comfortable. It was exactly the kind thing I want to do regularly, except that getting there was the hardest thing I've ever done. I'm not talking about the standard shyness that anyone might feel. The wiring in my brain started malfunctioning almost con...

A few years back I noticed that my dominant impulses become different depending who I'm talking to. My desires, tone and personality can all change a fair bit. Even the kinks that interest me can vary. It's as if I become a different dominant with every new sub that I meet. These changes only appear when I get to know someone. The more compatible they are, the more attached I become, the stronger the impulses become. When I meet someone I really click with, I can't help myself; I itch to torment them. If we haven't agreed to play, it can be difficult for me to wait. It seems supernatural. As I get closer to someone, the right buttons seem to stand out on their own. I've always believed that intuition is a big part of attraction, so it's not unimaginable to me, but it might be hard to believe if you've never experienced it yourself. Some of the best Dom/mes I know experience the same, so I know I'm not imagining it. These impulses often line up with...

Eight years ago, my wife and I were shopping in a bulk discount grocery store. I noticed a giant roll of plastic wrap for a few dollars, and immediately thought about how I might use it for kink. My wife knew what I was thinking before I said anything, so I put it in the cart and we carried on. A few days later, my wife wrapped me in plastic from my chest to my toes and laid me down in bed. I wasn't mummified for long, but there was a little teasing before she cut me free. The box of wrap went into the pantry soon after. We never used it for kink again. A few months later, we started using it to wrap food. It seemed a little strange at first, but it quickly became normal. A few years later, we had barely put a dent in our supply. We had a bunch of things to put into storage at the time, so we starting using it to wrap anything that was sensitive to moisture. This used a lot, but the box remained inexhausted. Recently I was asked by a friend what I could do to him with a box...

One question that I am commonly asked when I meet someone new is "how would you train me," or "what would an average day be like as your slave?" Every sub is different, and so the way I want to push each one will also be different. I am often asked this question soon after meeting someone, which makes it especially difficult to answer. Of course, there are some things that remain constant: I want any slave to be kept naked in our home, locked in chastity, and off the furniture. Anyone that lives with us would need to be happy being treated like a pet rather than a part of the relationship. An interest in domestic service would be nice too. Though there is a lot that could be added, and some that could be taken away, when we do find a slave, an average day could be very much like this: An electric lock releases the cage door early in the morning. He crawls carefully out of the cage beneath our bed and makes his way quietly toward the kitchen. He puts away th...

The various scenes I've done over the years have been a lot of fun, but it was always just that, fun. I have long felt the need to try something deeper, something more serious. I keep thinking about finding someone to join our household, some mix between a friend, a servant, and a pet. K can't become that for us for various reasons, but when he came to visit, it created a perfect opportunity to see what it would be like. We did a lot of things while he was here, but we spent the most time just socializing while keeping him in a submissive role. We took away his clothing and belongings, kept him off the furniture, and treated him generally like a pet. We touched him and played with him whenever we wanted. If he resisted, we swiftly reminded him of his position, then resumed doing whatever we wanted. We stayed around him whenever we were awake, and locked him to his bed with a short chain around his neck when we weren't. This was exactly how I always imagined it would g...

Although I thoroughly enjoyed the scenes I did with K, the most interesting part for me was keeping him submissive between them. It was a new experience for all of us, and a good opportunity to test what it would be like to have a live-in slave. There were, however, a couple challenges that I didn't expect. From the moment I pulled the towel away from him, K required my permission to do anything except drink water and use the bathroom. From that moment, he was no longer an equal. Until the day that he left, he was expected, and occasionally reminded, to observe these restrictions. This started like any other scene; we were all thinking about what we were doing. He didn’t make many mistakes, but when he did they were easily corrected. After a day, it became more difficult to focus. A few times he randomly did something without thinking about it, and I wouldn't always notice. I was surprised by how difficult it was to keep myself focused after the first day, but when I did, h...