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[maasmodeus]

I love your blog❤️

Master Asmodeus Realm Post #179

I am truly honored that you enjoy my blog. Stay kink and freaky, my friend.

[maasmodeus]

///No one under 18 years of age\\\\

////////Minors DO NOT interact\\\\\\\

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Welcome to Master Asmodeus' Realm.

A place where you, the curious and the committed, can explore your hidden desires openly, without judgment, and with full acceptance. What I offer here is for you to embrace or walk away from, my lustful domain.

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Before you step further into my realm, understand this: there are rules here and consequences for those who dare to disobey. I do not tolerate disrespect, and those who attempt to poison or dishonor this space will face my wrath. You will know my name when I bring justice upon you.

The following will NOT be tolerated:

1- No persons under the age of 18 or are unable to give legal consent. The legal age of consent in the United States is 18. No minors are permitted here, nor is any mention, image, or video involving anyone who can not legally consent. This includes those underage, under the influence, or with diminished capacity, as well as animals. Violating this rule will result in immediate removal and reporting. Mercy will not be shown.

2- Respect all tastes and preferences. Feel free to explore and indulge in what excites you, but remember, not everyone shares the same desires. What ignites your passion may not do the same for others, and that’s perfectly fine. Variety is what makes life interesting. Disrespecting another’s preferences or imposing your views uninvited is not acceptable here.

3. Respect everyone. You don't have to agree with, like, or support everything here, but there's no need to voice negativity. If something doesn’t resonate with you, move on. There are plenty of other spaces for those who wish to moralize—this is not one of them.

5. Enjoy yourself and relax, dim the lights, gather your toys and lubricants, and let the experience wash over you. This is a space for you to indulge in your desires, whether alone or with others. Welcome to Master Asmodeus’ Realm, where you are invited to explore the boundaries of pleasure.

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This realm is rooted in the BDSM Lifestyle—Bondage, Discipline, Domination, Submission, Sadism, and Masochism—with a focus on Power Dynamics. Every participant, to the best of my knowledge, is here of their own free will, fully consensual, legal, and with established trust and safety among all involved. I do not claim ownership of any images or videos unless clearly stated. If you own anything posted here and wish for content to be removed, simply ask, and I will respect your request.

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I am honored to be called Master to a select few, but Sir is more than sufficient for those who want to interact. Respect my position as I will respect yours. Anonymity and privacy are paramount for me, and I blend my professional and personal life with my desires carefully. Only a select few within my circle of trust are privy to both sides of my life. Entering this circle requires an extensive background check, a Non-Disclosure Agreement, and a Release of Liability. If you are not willing do not ask.

About your guide Master Asmodeus

I am a 46-year-old hypersexual, heterosexual male, standing 5 foot 10 inches, weighing in at 183 pounds, with blonde hair and blue eyes. I’ve been deeply involved in the BDSM Lifestyle for 24 years, embodying the role of a gentleman Power Dominant. Respectful yet firm, I am secure in my position and do not entertain challenges to my title.

My kink lies in the Power Exchange, being willingly and freely given submission from someone already powerful who deems me worthy of their surrender. They bow to me, and in return, they bow to no one else unless I direct them to so. This type of Dynamic has certainly sparked tension at certain social events.

Master Asmodeus Preferences

I am attracted to biological female partners, though I have no issue and have engaged in some play and session with other types of genders. However, I do not in an intimate manner. My attraction is less about physical appearance and more about attitude. The women I connect have a very high sex drive, with a strong inclination toward full submission, that is respectful, does not create or seek drama, some level of intelligence, and keeps eager to learn grow and develop, be physically and mentally fit and/or works on both, is open and honest with me and themselves. There is no such thing as a perfect person, no need to try to be, but ALWAYS striving to improve.

They should be comfortable and supportive of polyamorous (controled open relationships, swinger), bisexual, and enjoy a range of fetishes, including oral, anal, vaginal, cum, voyeurism, public sex, exhibitionism, cuckqueen and cuckold, sexual objectification, somnophilia, and that enjoys content groping. They should also be masochist at least a mid level for bondage, Impact, sensation play, orgasm control and denial, odaxelagnia (I like to bit), humiliation and praise balanced, vicarphilia or dirty talk, Consensual Non-Consent, olfactophilia of self or others during or after session. Whores, sluts, skanks, fucktoys, cumdumpsters, fleshlights, fuckmeats, fuckmuppets. You are my everything I adore and cherish ♥️.

Master Asmodeus Hard Limits

I do not engage in, support, or condone pedophilia, zoophilia, or anything non-consensual. I will not partake in activities that involve breaking the skin, blood play, or coprophilia. My limits are firm, and they define the boundaries of my interactions.

Master Asmodeus Provides and Does not Provide.

Explore my realm freely, and if you have questions, I encourage you to educate yourself or reach out to me. Ignorance is a choice, and knowledge is power.

Feel free to direct message me, or ask or ask anonymously if you prefer. I’ll do my best to respond in a timely manner, offering insights and advice based on my experiences. Share a story inspired by your direction. However, please dont ask, I am not seeking to own anyone or to keep anyone. I am open to giving advice or training those who are respectful, capable, and show potential.

If you need a "ghost Dom" to keep the less wannabe doms at bay, I am willing to offer that protection with no strings attached, again respectfully, I will not own you! I will only support your journey, growth and knowledge I will in no way fulfill the duties and responsibilities of a fulltime Dom for you. So just I will only provide a name to hide behind and backing to protect that is all!!!!!!!!

To adult entertainers and content creatos:

Please, please hear me!!! I am here to do all I can do to support and endorse your great work, but I do not provide financial contributions, gifts, donations or will exchange them for for physical relationships. I truly respect and completely value all of your hard work talent and skill in what provid to all of us. I understand you need to make money from your amazing craft, I can not provide that to all of you. I do not have the funds to pay out to every beautiful sexy entertainer that I believe deserves it. I would be in debt equal to the national debt. I have wide tastes and likes when it comes to kink and beauty. I have NOTHING but the upmost respect and enjoy you all so much.

If you share images or videos with me, I will not alter them. If you seek anonymity, take care to handle that yourself or clearly state your wishes NOT to post or share.

If you have no age on your account, blank account, or clearly violates my hard limits and you fallow me and I catch you. I will block you if not also report you.

If you made it this far owe a reward for following my first rule.

I have updated and revised my blog to be more to reflect my values and views.

Coming soon!

Tags: To ease your stay that I will fast track you to your desires.

#MasterApproved

(Stories, sayings, or thoughts from others that needs litte or nothing from me)

#MasterBeat

(I got it, you are just here to rub one out, reading is not why you are here)

#MasterEndorsed

(Adult entertainers or other adult content creators worth their weight in gold)

#MasterPiece

(Original stories or writings by me)

#MasterSaid

(Of all asked and answered)

#MasterWhizdom

(From me thoughts to pass on. Take it leave it)

[maasmodeus]

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Master Asmodeus Realm Post #175

Thank you for your ask within My Realm. However, it seems we are encountering a clear misunderstanding regarding the nature and ethos of this space. While I welcome and value every ask here, be it positive, negative, or neutral. My Realm is dedicated to cultivating authentic connections and enriching a discerning audience with knowledge and understanding. It is not, nor will it ever be, a platform for indiscriminate advertising or unsolicited commercial pursuits, particularly those as uninvited as yours, which I find distastefully parasitic.

Your attempts to leverage this space for personal gain not only disrespect the very essence of My Realm but also demonstrate a profound lack of understanding of its purpose. Let this be unequivocally clear to you and any others who share your misguided intentions: any further overtures of this nature are unwelcome and will be promptly disregarded.

My commitment to consent, integrity, and the core values of My Realm remains steadfast. It is evident that your current approach is profoundly misaligned with these principles. I would suggest that you reconsider your strategies and perhaps try to align them more closely with respect and a modicum of professionalism, qualities conspicuously absent in your current tactics.

Oh, and lastly. Your mother is a vanilla!

[maasmodeus]

Master Asmodeus Realm Post #174

Just to save all of you and I some time. I don't mind any direction messaging. However, at least be willing and want to have some kind of dialog or conversation more than a few words of nothing and then ask me for anything. I am just going to then be rude and block you.

[maasmodeus]

So how would you make me your whore?

Master Asmodeus Realm Post #168

I appreciate your inquiry.

I would never "make you my whore"!

What I offer is simply what I have within my ability—nothing more, nothing less. If what I offer doesn’t align with what you need to grow, then I would fully support and encourage you to seek what or who can provide that. I expect the same in return; if you can not offer me what I need, honesty and mutual respect are key.

I offer safety, security, and a guiding hand along a path. You can choose to take it or not, to try or not try—but I will never force anything or take what is not given freely and willingly.

(And yes, a little nod to the "do or do not, there is no try" philosophy—just a glimpse of my other side!)

[maasmodeus]

I was wondering what type of women do you typically like?

Master Asmodeus Realm Post #167

I appreciate your inquiry.

The type of woman I’m drawn to is hypersexual, submissive, and respectful. Most importantly, she should be true to herself, open and honest with who she is. I admire a woman who is committed to working on being the best version of herself, willing to explore the "darkness" she might hide from herself and others, and ready to accept whatever she discovers in the process.

[maasmodeus]

You get me so wet! I want someone something like this so badly. I just want to please someone that uses me all day and night and makes me do things I never thought I could.

Master Asmodeus Realm Post #166

I am truly humbled and honored that I could inspire these desires in you. It’s important to find someone who not only fulfills these desires but also values your safety, security, and well-being in the process. I sincerely hope you find the right person who can explore these experiences with you in a way that is both fulfilling and mutually respectful.

[maasmodeus]

I want you to rape me and then throw me in the dumpster

Master Asmodeus Realm Post #156

Consensual non-Consent (CnC) is the PLAY I will do or condone. The following is only a made-up story of two (or more pending where this goes) consent adults playing out a fantasy. At no time is sexual assault or r$p ok to do to anyone anytime for any reason. Anonymous, I have no idea who/what you are. So I will play along vaguely enough to keep all inculuded. Thanks for the inspiration. So let your use begin, enjoy

I see you walking by the hotel bar during your vacation, heading to your room from the indoor pool. You were the last one there, kicked out late at night, your skin still wet, with the hotel towel wrapped around you. You don't notice my eyes following the movements of your body from my dark little corner in the hotel bar.

As you continue down the carpeted hall, the wet flip-flops on your feet echo off the walls. You’re cold, walking stiffly, each squeak and flop of your steps masking the sound of my movements as I quickly close the distance between us. The brightly lit hallway feels safe to you, but you remain unaware of the threat closing in.

Your head is down, watching your feet as you slightly shiver from the water dripping from your hair onto your shoulders. The cold blast of air conditioning down the hallway adds to your chill. Suddenly, you hear a hotel room door creak open, making you look up. The door is just ahead of you, several steps away. A different kind of chill washes over you as you see nothing but darkness inside the room, no one standing there. You instinctively step away, tightening your grip on your towel, unaware that your move toward safety has just placed you in the path of the predator stalking you down the hall.

You're hit from behind, the impact so hard that it feels as if you’ve been slammed flat onto the ground. An arm wraps around your waist with such force that it feels like your bellybutton is being pressed against your spine, pushing the air out of your lungs. As you gasp for breath, a hand clamps down over your mouth and nose, sealing tightly against your skin. Unable to breathe, you’re lifted off the ground, your feet dangling, as you’re rushed into the darkness of the open hotel room door. A deep, low voice hisses in your ear, the warm, hot breath against your skin, "You're mine now."

Panic surges through your body like a hot flash, your heart rate skyrocketing, blood pressure spiking until you feel your pulse in your eyes. Your vision, wide with terror, takes in the encroaching darkness of the room as you’re pulled inside. Every sound is amplified, the footfalls of the person... this thing that holds you, loud in your ears. Moving quickly through the small room, time seems to slow. The door closes with an ominous finality, snuffing out the last sliver of light from the hallway. Now, there is nothing but darkness, no light, no escape, no sense of where you are.

Is it really this dark, or are you starting to pass out from lack of oxygen? The arm crushing your belly and chest feels like a tree trunk, and the hand over your mouth is so tight that it feels as if your face is disappearing. Your eyes are wide, the next throb of your rapid heartbeat threatening to burst them from their sockets. You try to scream, but nothing happens—not even the air pressure shifts in your nonexistent mouth. You struggle, trying to wiggle free, but your body is so tightly bound to this massive figure that your limbs flop helplessly, like a fish out of water, dying in the sun, inches away from its source of life.

Now you know... you're losing consciousness. It's not just the room that’s dark; your entire world is fading to black.

Just then, you feel your body gasp for air, your survival instincts taking over without your consent. Automatically, your body fights to keep you alive. The arm is gone from your belly, the hand no longer blocking your breath. But there’s nothing beneath you—you’re weightless, as if you’re flying. Before you can grasp what’s happening, you slam into a bed, bouncing slightly before flopping onto your back.

You were thrown onto the bed by this unknown entity, the same one that nearly crushed the life out of you. As soon as you hit the mattress and gasp for air, a hand slaps back over your mouth, while another clamps down on your throat, pinning you hard to the bed. You thrash, your body flailing from side to side in a desperate attempt to escape, but your head remains immobilized by the iron grip. You try to scream, but no sound escapes—not even with your heightened senses can you hear yourself. The deep, low voice returns, hot breath on your ear from the dark silhouette leaning over you. With a whispering hiss, it says, "You can fight all you want, but you’re ours now." Your body goes limp, the fight drained from you, replaced by paralyzing fear.

You feel your right hand being grabbed and a rope slipping over your wrist, cinching tightly before being pulled away, extending your arm painfully. Then, your right foot is similarly bound, the rope snapping around your ankle and pulling it to the far corner of the bed. Your left arm, your left leg—all are soon pulled in four different directions, straining your joints and ligaments to their limits.

The hand lifts from your mouth only to be replaced by something large and round—too big for your mouth—a ball gag with ropes on the sides. As you try to scream, it’s shoved in, your head lifted as the straps tighten painfully against your cheeks and the back of your head.

You recognize the voice of the one who grabbed you. "See what I tell you? Look at this fresh little thing."

A female voice responds, shocking you. You hadn't even realized there was another person in the room, much less a woman. It all happens so quickly—you’re in shock, your limbs tied and pulled apart with an ease that couldn’t possibly come from just one person. Fear overtakes you, your panic intensifying as you're forced to breathe hard through your nose, the oversized ball gag crammed into your mouth.

"Yes, Sir. They’ll do nicely—could be fun," the unseen woman purrs, her tone dripping with a dark seriousness that sends a chill down your spine.

"Cut them open. Let’s get a good look at what we get to play with," the man orders, his silhouette turning away. You hear the clink of ice dropping into a glass, the soft pop of a stopper, followed by the glug-glug of liquid being poured. The ice cracks as it meets the cold drink, the sound adding to your growing dread.

"Yes, Sir," the woman coos with sinister delight.

The bed shifts as someone climbs onto it, the movement drawing your body towards them. You try to fight—desperately attempting to move, to run, to do anything other than lie there helplessly, spread wide open and bound to the bed. But your struggles are futile. All you can manage is a pathetic wriggle, a weak protest against the person advancing toward you.

You are utterly helpless, completely at the mercy of these shadowy figures.

A hand suddenly slaps you across the face, the force of it snapping your head to the side. The sharp sting doesn’t register immediately, but when it does, the pain sears into your brain, shutting down your useless attempts to escape. Another hand grips your cheeks, squeezing them tightly against your teeth, forcing your mouth wider around the gag.

"None of that now," the female voice says in a calm, almost soothing tone, as if speaking to a child.

"We don’t want you getting hurt—at least, not yet," she continues, her voice purring with twisted pleasure.

You go still, every muscle tense as the ropes dig into your wrists and ankles. Numbness begins to creep into your hands and feet, while the burn on your cheek serves as a cruel reminder of your captor’s control. The woman moves around you on the bed, and you feel the chilling touch of steel against your skin as it slides slowly between you and your wet bathing suit.

She cuts it away, then yanks the fabric out from under you with a hard pull, flinging it across the room where it lands with a wet splat against the wall. "Oh, Sir," she exclaims with sick delight, as if unwrapping a long-awaited gift on Christmas morning.

"This one’s going to be so much fun," she says, practically dancing with glee, clapping her hands together—one of which still holds the knife, blade gleaming in the dim light.

"Have I ever disappointed you?" the man asks, turning back around with a glass in hand, taking a slow sip.

"No, Sir. Never, Sir," she replies in a tone that is both deferential and eager, her shadowy form standing still, head lowered.

"We only have six hours, and we can’t break this one—understand?" His voice is clear, commanding, as he looks down at her, towering over her by at least a foot and a half.

"Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. I won’t get carried away again, Sir," she responds, her voice sheepish, like a child caught sneaking sweets.

"Now, let’s see what this one can do," the man says, draining his glass in a single gulp before setting it down with a hard clink, the ice rattling.

The woman giggles with sinister glee, clapping her hands in anticipation of the twisted fun they are about to have.

Your eyes remain wide open, panic driving your every breath through your nose. You watch in terror as the two shadowy figures move towards you, realizing you haven’t blinked once since the hallway. That hallway, which now feels so distant, so long ago, though it was less than two minutes ago that you were safely walking down it. Now, here you are—strapped down, gagged, naked, and completely at the mercy of these two unknown figures.

Six hours. The realization crashes down on you like a wave. Your night of terror hasn’t even begun.

For the next six hours you get used a sex mattress, a fuckdoll, a fucktoy for both of them in very sick twisted way. You had toys, objects, fingers, toes, tongues, the man's cock, the womans strap on put into every hole you have in every position they could tie you up in. You are full of cum, dripping of cum and sweat. Your have no idea the amount of bodily fluids are covering you and whos.

You are ashamed of the amount of orgasm you had, so many.... so so SO SO many! Too many to even come close of counting. You are so tired and you stopped fighting them hours and hours ago. They did not stop using you from their sexual use. If one would get a drink or sit down the other was still pushing something into you or both would be going at you hard and ruff with no care of you other than 100% as an inanimate object for their sick fun.

The man would now and them give you water from a glass with a straw. Because every time you are tied into a new position, free movement on your own was never possible. Took you to the bathroom too but used your face as you relived yourself saying "hurry up this is boring". Or other holes not needing to be evacuated.

They took out the ball gag about the first hour, you could scream anyway, they had something in there fucking that hole too all the time. By then your throat was so badly used bruised you couldn't even squeak.

For hours you just Is laid limp to use you as the pleased. You tried twice to move or get loos that was met with a hard handed hit. Each one harder than the last with a finger in the face telling you "NO!!! BAD!!!"" Then right back at your holes of body as a playground.

The lights came on a long time ago but every moving, pushing, fucking, and siting no your face fucking your mouth... you couldn't identify them right now if you looked right at them.

The man’s voice cuts through the room, hard and tired, as he sits back in his chair, watching you as the your limp body get pounded by the female wearing her strap on. "Okay, my dear, it’s time to get ready to go."

The woman lets out a disappointed, tired whine. "But Sirrrr..." she protests, her voice dripping with disapproval.

"It’s time," he says firmly, standing up from his chair and finishing yet another glass of liquor. "We can't break this one, remember." He walks past you, heading toward the bathroom.

With a very sad voice, she responds, "Yes, Sir," reluctantly getting up and following him. The sound of the shower turning on fills the room, and you can hear them washing up.

You lay there, your body aching, your mind too exhausted to process anything. As you drift off into unconsciousness, the pain and terror slowly fade into a numb void of darkness that takes you.