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Pervert? Hah. Stop right there, little one. Perverts come in MANY shapes and sizes. Some head up corporate boards. Some fuck society over with overvalued AI startups and social media platforms. Some wear white robes, and prey on children. Some buy themselves a seat in the Oval Office. Only the hardest and most sophisticated find their way into skins of skintight black. Only the most boldest and most virile find themselves reviled and feared by half the world - and secretly lusted over by the other half.

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You can('t) have it all.

Witness the irony.

Teenage girls who don't know what to do with themselves, shopping for sugar daddies on social media. Advertising their ages as 18(-2) to defeat text filters that keep them from being the social-media equivalent of landmines.

Then, the little tarts have the cheek to publically complain that the sugar daddies they're meeting don't meet their fantasy ideal.

'Ew hes 50. So gross. What a weirdo.'

Look who's talking, tartlet. Your dime-store perfume's making Me nauseous from a few thousand miles away.

Hey - it's not My job to save anyone from their own fate. Especially not if they pull on their own blinkers, ignore road signs, and chase that fate at full throttle as if crashing into it was the only thing that gave life meaning.

But if you're a man looking for female company, I have to warn you: Don't go there.

Just don't. If these little shits really are teen girls, and not just running a blackmail or scamming gig, they don't know (or don't care) that they'll face no consequences - but that interacting with them could literally destroy your life.

If you're a parent, and your Sweet Sixteen uses ingratiating seductiveness to get what she wants, confiscate the little menace's phone, and tell her to get back to the school playground where she belongs.

And when she comes home that afternoon, tell her that the way to success - and enough self-esteem to be able to bear looking at her own reflection - isn't to mooch off older men.

It's to give herself a good start in life by fucking off upstairs and doing her homework.

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Have you got the courage to put your gelt, your moolah, your dough, your loot, where your mouth is? I do in-person pŕōfêss!õnål Đðm!nãtiðn locally, and internationally. I'm hungry to hear from Fetish subbies of any gender, from anywhere in the world. Treat yourself to a session on South African soil, or let Me meet you on your home ground. I'm waiting for your call.

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A bad day could still be a good day.

There are days when I'm feeling well-disposed enough to Humanity that I can respond to it purely in sexual terms. This isn't one of those days.

This is one of those days where the most appropriate response I could make to the relentless fuckwaddery of Humanity's lower-grade specimens would involve a stout wooden armchair, Four lengths of rope, A clear plastic bag, About sixteen hours, A piece of waste ground, And a shovel.

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If you really turn Me on, you'll feel Me slip inside your sweet body, deeper and deeper. And as I thrust as slowly as I can, you'll see Desire. You'll see My masked eyes start to burn. And then, you'll start to feel Me get bigger, And bigger, And bigger. And you'll know from My weight pinning you down, and the long, low sighs I start to make, and the heavy, suffocating scent of black leather in your nostrils, that now, you're not just involved. You've been possessed.

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In Slippery Black, I'm at My best.

Being My submissive rubberman, or My liberally interpreted Anthropomorph, or My furry, or My waifu-in-female-shape, or My waifu-in-male-shape, or My slave, or My human sex doll, or My human fuck pillow, or My Good Girl, or My unindicted co-conspirator, or My fellow Deity, or My black leather-clad femme fatale, is better than being My boyfriend, My girlfriend, My wife. Seriously.

If you're getting me in smooth, glossy black, and you're listening to My heavy breathing and the whispered words You Belong To Me amplified through My gas mask, you're getting the apex of me. The very best. In the bedroom, or dungeon, or interrogation chamber, with both of us dressed in clinging rubber and Me stretching out your sweet pussy or gripping anus, I'll never give you THE LOOK for leaving my car's driver's seat up against the steering wheel. I'll never ask you why you blew $600 on a pair of Louboutins. I'll never have a dark cloud over my head because the next-door neighbour gave you the look that says I want to raw-dog you. (FYI, he does. And before you start feeling unduly flattered at that: 1] He's not a Kink. Nowhere near. 2] He has a reputation for falling asleep post-coitus. 3] He'll never flog you, tie you in tight Shibari, or penetrate you three different ways for 48 hours straight. He doesn't know how.)

What you get from me, when I'm in smooth, glossy black, is 100% pure sex, and nights without end. What more could any human being want?

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A lucky few of My fans are already well-read and/or well-travelled enough to know what Greek Love is. ♥️ For those who don't, this picture paints the requisite thousand words. 👹🍆💦💦💦💦💦💦

(If anyone knows who the artist is, please let Me know... I'd like to credit them.)

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If you're a purist, you know. Silicone rubber is never going to feel as good, deep up inside you, as hot, bare flesh. And the only way to experience the rubbery, filthy, icky ecstasy of Greek Love is to get up close and personal.

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CAUTION: Integrity Verification ahead.

A reminder to My faithful fans. I love sex. In person and virtual. But My love of sex doesn't mean I tolerate one-sided interactions.

My time is precious. I know you want pleasure from Me. And I can give pleasure you wouldn't believe. If you want it, be prepared to put in at least as much as you get out. If you don't, I'm already looking over your shoulder at the pervs standing in line behind you.

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What does a Pervert want?

I want! I want! - William Blake

What does a Pervert want? Perverts in general? Who knows.

But here's a list of some of this Pervert's favourite things:

I want a horny girl, fresh out of high school or sixth form, to look Me in the eyes as she says Daddy.

I want a sexy Goth girl to wear the same pair of gloss black, high-topped, lace-up Doc Martens, and long wool socks, for a month. I want to unlace those boots from her feet, strip off her socks, and spend a whole day and night doing nothing but licking and sucking her toes while I give her the best anal she’s ever had.

I want a rocker chick with really uptight housemates. Her bedroom, with thin walls, thick curtains, and a good lock on the door. I want Me in heavy rubber, her in slinky latex. I want G/H/B and p0pp3rs. I want to forget the need for food and drink. I want us both to forget that the space-time continuum applies. I want to play her body like a musical instrument. To see no one but her for days; hear nothing from the outside but scandalised yells of annoyance and thumps on the walls. I want to lick her pussy out with butterfly-wing softness, then fuck it really hard. I want her kisses to leave blood on my lips. I want to hear her high-pitched scream as the pleasure she claims rips her apart. I want her love until I cry out in pain from it.

I want a woman with barely-veiled feral/canine/feline tendencies. If she has fangs and claws, even better. (I don't dare hope for a Dark Angel-type human-dog or human-cat hybrid; even in 2025, eugenics isn't that far advanced - and to dream of him/her and have to face the realization that he/she could never really exist would put Me in an INCREDIBLY bad mood.)

I want to have deep, wild sex with random, attractive male and female strangers I’ve met only a moment before.

I want to fuck a series of ten pretty Twinks, one after the other. And, fucking them, I want beautiful, twisted women in the room, looking on, so turned on by what they’re seeing that they masturbate themselves until they cum.

I want to wear my slinky stiletto-heeled thigh boots as I trample a bound man's straining cock and balls as they protrude through a wooden platform. I want to press My spiked heel very slowly down into his cock head.

I want to wear long, glossy latex gloves as I very slowly fist a pretty boi to my elbow.

I want a subbie twink with an attitude problem. I want to discipline him by very slowly choking him out in a thigh lock, with my erect cock centimetres from his mouth.

I want a transsexual mistress with a huge cock to join me in genitally binding and slowly masturbating three or four helpless latex subbies. And when we’ve tortured and frustrated the subbies for a couple of hours, I want to turn to the mistress, and finish us both off by squeezing our cocks tightly together, slowly frotting the two of us to two gushing orgasms.

I want to have a long, intense session with a rubber subbie who’s convinced he ‘isn’t worthy of’ and ‘cannot’ get erect, and cum. I want to lie him on his back, tie him down, strip off and throw away his cock cage, and slowly lick and suck him to orgasm.

I want to seduce a feminine, girly nineteen-year-old boy, and be his first male lover. And over the following year, I want to introduce him to the pleasures of rubber crossdressing.

I want to cum hard inside the tight rectum of a beautiful young shemale - then listen to the delicious slurping sound her body makes as she tenses her stomach, slowly squeezing out my creampie.

I want to meet a group of horny, anonymous rubbermen and stay with them for two weeks, with every one of us licking and sucking and fucking each other at will.

I want to spend lunchtimes outside a local community college. Talking to, getting to know, and seducing the baddest girls in the building. And, as bad as they think they are, I want to teach them things they’d never have imagined on their own.

I want to spend a month-long, sunny summer holiday with a gorgeous, experienced young ladyboy. I want to make love to him so rigorously that he falls deeply in love with me.

I want to join in as a horny older sister seduces and enslaves her younger brother by making him sniff her sweaty ballet shoes.

I want to watch a horny mother seduce her sexually frustrated teenage son - then give him to me to play with while she watches.

I want to join a fetish mistress in her dungeon while she enslaves and dominates a blindfolded, hyper-masculine man. I want her to remove the subbie’s ball gag, then move into his face to plug his throat with my hard cock, listening as she tells him that if he really loves and serves her, he’ll deep-throat me to a gushing orgasm, and swallow every drop.

I want to tie up a twenty-something girl who’s really kinky and willing, and make her my full-time cum slut, specializing in soft, silky foot jobs.

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Go ahead. Prove it wrong. 👹

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I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine, and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other. - Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus (Mary Shelley), 1818

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Trust Me on this, bois and gurls… I know what nourishes you better than any nutritionist ever could.

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If you don't ask, you'll never hear an answer. If you don't reach for what you want, it'll never come to you. Audentes fortuna adiuvat.

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Why not make a resolution? Instead of taking the piss of the next alt-right straight arrow you meet, why not seduce him? They're not bright enough to have a decent argument with - but they're fit and bendable… and they grip tightly enough to make excellent short-term sex slaves.

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When I choose you, there isn't sex. There's ravishment. There isn't dalliance. There's unflinching possession. And you won't just know that you've been made love to. You'll know you've been Owned. And that I have left ebony stains on your soul that no one will ever be able to wash off.

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You're new to how Things work. And silky smooth, and pretty. And you think you're got something to prove. But you're making big, shy eyes at a masked man in slippery, glossy black. Daddy doesn't think you're as shy as you make out. And I don't think you have even the faintest idea of what you're in for. Come here. Daddy wants to show you.