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Hi, I’m Cher. I like reading (erotica), cooking, and lazing around. I’m formerly a Catholic and currently a nihilist.

My philosophy (of kink):

The world is divided into two kinds of people. The vast majority are filthy, fit only for destruction. If there was a hell, they would be bound for it. The minority are good. They will be worshipped in their submission, made into masterpieces. Objectified, but in the same was as fine art is objectified.

Tell me which you are in my asks. Your gender is irrelevant to me.

Yes:

Wax play, vampirism, hierophilia, spanking, shibari, degradation (if you’re filthy), praise (if you’re good), restraints, impact play, stockings, orgasm control, objectification, voyeurism.

Depends:

Stalking, exhibitionism, weapons, cnc, most other things unless otherwise specified.

No:

Piss, scat, ageplay

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priestfucking except the priest doesn't break his vow of chastity, he won't even touch you in your state of impurity, he makes you strip naked and rub yourself in front of him, gradually telling you to go faster and faster, you won't cum the sin out unless you go so hard it burns, you have to burn out Satan from your sinful cunt, he's throwing holy water in your face, until you're cumming and sputtering and sobbing all at once, shivering in a mess of fluids on the floor. he wraps you in a robe and tells you to see him again next week, and to tell him if the whorish thoughts still fill your mind. he may have to whip the demon out next time.

Shibari is art. I should be able to keep you in a tasteful display in my living room, a conversation piece for guests to comment on. I’ll show my guests my art as I like—I can redo the ropes, demonstrate how it squirms when I tighten them, gag my art with two fingers to keep it silent.

When my guests go home, my art will beg me to be released. Obviously, I’ll ignore this. It’s art. It will beg to service me in exchange for freedom.

This too, will be ignored. I’ll make new patterns, tracing the warm, delicate surface of my art, the grooves where the ropes have taken root. It calms my mind to have something to work on.

What a gorgeous image. The body is a lovely thing. Sculpted and unable to move even an inch, my perfect form. The red ropes accenting soft, malleable skin. The art no longer resists. The look in its eyes is one of desperation.