I’m Devils Due, located in the US. Normally this is the part where everyone waves their dick around, telling everyone how they are the most dominant dom that ever dommed, and blathering on about how much money they deserve.
Fuck that shit.
You want to hear my dirty talk? Pay me. I don’t give that shit away for free.
What I want
Through pain and/or dominance, I seek to bring out the best in people, to shape them into the people that they want to be, and in turn to improve myself, and my abilities in order to be a better person and Master.
I’m a Dom because I like to watch my slaves grow into the better people they deserve to be. Every slave is different, with different needs and desires. My job is to fulfill those needs and desires. To be a true Master is to serve, to be the best Dominant you can be for your sub(s). I don’t take that responsibility lightly.
What experience do you have?
I have had numerous years of experience in topping/domming, mostly in person, but some virtual. I enjoy verbal degradation, impact play (particularly caning and other such corporal punishments), bondage and service, among other things.
“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.” Love Sonnet XI, by Pablo Neruda“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your ...See more
Looking for little cash piggies worthy enough to grace my presence. Feel free to inquire within. Who knows, if you’re lucky, I might even throw in a beating. 😈
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DevilsDue commented on their photo“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.” Love Sonnet XI, by Pablo Neruda“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your ...See more
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