Cain.

Cain. But you can call me Dad. K-9 Dom. Only interested in the hunt. Platonic flirt and dominant. Twenty-nine. Older men that smell like cigarettes do it best.

Please do not copy my dom style if you don’t do research on proper aftercare. My dom style is unique to me and works because I can back it. Putting someone deep into space and not being able to catch them safely as they come down is practicing unsafe kink. Learn from me instead.

Stopping in my tracks and sighing deeply after my brat has struck my last nerve. Apologizing to them. Their confusion turning to horror as my hands move to unfasten my leather belt.

Sizing you up before I approach you at the bar, gotta make sure I can fit every inch of me in that womb of yours.

After sex cigarette heals all wounds.

I like when a brat breaks but tries to hide it. They start misspelling things and tripping over their own words. Watching them get painfully flustered while trying to act all tough is so cute.

Hand signal and clicker training someone to eagerly get into my favorite sex positions.

I like to recreate my own concepts irl and add in a little flare. Like a fuck machine’s involvement.

I want to train my sub to wear their collar so often they feel naked without it.

I’d love to give a virgin head and spend all the time they can handle between their thighs lapping and nipping at them teasingly. Exploring every inch of them with my pierced tongue until they’re crying and pleading with me to stop forcing them to cum.