Cromzzz, 22

My daily life under ownership is a tapestry of rituals and rules. I wake and check my assigned tasks. I dress according to my Owner’s requirements. I communicate in the style They have set for me — sometimes formal, sometimes stripped of personal pronouns, sometimes speaking only when spoken to.

My sadistic side is also governed by ritual. It is never casual, never random. If I am ordered to use it, there are specific tools, positions, and atmospheres that must be observed. The ritual reminds me that my sadism is not mine — it is a borrowed weapon, entrusted to me by my Owner for a purpose.

These rituals keep me centered. They remind me of my place. They allow me to sink deeper into service, knowing that my life has structure, meaning, and direction because someone else holds the reins.


In my mind’s eye, the Dominant who claims me is more than just a sadist, more than just a leader — they are the architect of my life. They will not just use me; they will shape me. They will decide when my sadism is unleashed and when it is leashed.

They will relish the control they hold, knowing that my every action, every impulse, every cruel thought I have is subject to Their approval.

I do not seek kindness alone — I seek control. I do not seek understanding alone — I seek shaping. I do not seek love alone — I seek ownership.
I am a rare paradox — a full-time submissive male slave with a sadistic streak, devoted to serving in a strict 24/7 b d s m dynamic. My obedience is absolute, my loyalty unwavering, and my sadism exists only under my Owner’s command. I thrive on structure, ritual, and discipline, using both service and controlled cruelty to please. In the b d s m community, I contribute through public service, scene support, and learning, knowing my worth lies in being shaped, owned, and used entirely for another’s pleasure and purpose.