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sexual predator (track two, pt. 4) After admitting I am a racist, and a pedophile, it really seems like there isn’t much else I could say that would equal, let alone top those admissions. That’s not what I’m trying to do here, it’s just the reality of the situation. No matter, I shall soldier on. I am a sexual predator. I would call myself a r-apist, but don’t you have to actually perpetrate the act to earn the label? I’ve never robbed someone, so I am not a robber, but I am the kind of person that would see no moral issues with doing so. Being capable, and willing, are not the same as actually doing, so I am not a r-apist - yet. Merely a sexual predator. And perhaps predator is a better label anyways, since not every situation includes force, or coercion. Maybe calling myself an opportunist would work better. I am always on the look-out for opportunities, and will often take advantage of them even when I’m not really attracted to the person or situation I am taking advantage of. It’s the power of taking advantage, taking control, using without reciprocation - that’s what gets me off. Taking, without giving back, and doing my best to create, or wind up in situations where I can do just that. Hooking up with people who are givers, not takers. Dabbling in blackmail, and slavery. Power and control help me to be a very effective sexual predator. If my actions and attitude during one of Jester’s visits are any indication, I am, without a doubt, a sexual predator. Of course, this is not news to me, but then again, I rarely get the opportunity to explore this part of my psyche’ so I have to admit I’m a bit unfamiliar with it. And because that is true, it means I am not fully aware of how consuming my desires to force myself upon someone can be, until a willing victim is in my midst. That is when I get to see myself in action, as it were, instead of just wishing for the opportunity. That is also when I find myself taking, even when I do not necessarily want or need to, just to get that powerful rush from forcing someone to do something they would just as soon not being doing. I get to take, without giving in return, on a level that I just can’t manage with someone I am truly connected with, and care about. Selfish for the sake of being selfish. And while I am at it, I will marvel at the fact that I do all of this, and more, with zero remorse, regret, or hesitation. That’s not how you treat a sex partner you want to visit again and again, unless that partner is your property. If you own property, you don’t have to be romantic, you just have to be in charge. You don’t have to call, or even ask permission, you simply command, and if your property does not immediately submit, you take what you want with force. I can’t tell you the number of times I made Jester stroke and fondle my cock during his first week-long stay with us. He was a willing victim, but that didn’t detract from my enjoyment one iota. When he got too excited, or occasionally tried to top from the bottom, I would give him a good smack to the face, and reset him. He was an otherwise docile, obedient, and eager slave, so it was not difficult to take what I wanted, without giving anything in return. I let the whims of my body guide me, and as a result I found myself in the slave room multiple times throughout the day, naked, with my cock out, waiting expectantly for Jester to give me his full and undivided attention. There was never a need to be forceful, but I made sure to act that way sometimes, anyways. It simply felt good to command, to take, to have the power and control, and be able to pretty much do what I wanted. So I did. I would pull back the blanket covering the slave, straddle his thighs, and make him reach down and rub our dicks together. I didn’t make him suck my cock, or give me a hand job, I just interrupted his life long enough to take some pleasure, and then I would abruptly walk away. He would go back to reading, or watching<b> soccer </font></b>games on his laptop, and I would return to video editing, or go downstairs to make myself coffee. It was merely a moment, but it was a powerful one for me. The thing is, only once did I force myself on Jester in any other fashion. He was just as available for spanking, flogging, torturing, humiliation, whatever but that is not what I wanted from him. When the cameras were rolling I might have varied and expanded my attacks, but the one I did the most, when it was just me all alone, was sexual in nature. Again, I never needed to penetrate, or have an orgasm, to enjoy what was happening. It was the simple act of forcing myself on the slave who was under my control that got me excited. Even if he had been ugly, and terrible at all things sexual, I still would have enjoyed taking from him in that way. My cock is the biggest control freak I guess. I just follow along. One thing I absolutely will not deny, is the fact that my cock gets quite erect when I hurt people. That’s never been more true than when I’ve been hurting these slaves who visit eve and I, but with the exception of Jester and MB1, I’ve had almost no sexual attraction towards them. That hasn’t stopped my cock from getting hard many, many times, but I know it was not from attraction, but arousal from wielding and exerting power and control. More than a sexy body, I get off on being able to do what I want, how I want, when I want, without worrying for one single second about the enjoyment, comfort, happiness, health, etc. of the person I am doing it to. If I can be wholly selfish, and not the least bit considerate, I am quite content. And that sounds like a sexual predator to me. There was the time I did actually force myself on Jester, and that was a straight-up sexual assault. He was naked and vulnerable, I was already aroused, and the situation presented itself. Like a true opportunist, I took full advantage. His ass was tight, and unused to being penetrated, but I did not let that stop me. By the time I was finished, the slave was whimpering, and telling me he could take no more. That was an intensely gratifying moment the three of us (Jester, eve and myself) still remember fondly. My assault was calculated and controlled, and I relented long before it could cause anything but a bit of psychic scarring. As it turns out, the slave thought it was one of the best experiences he’s ever had. My history with sexual assaults, and opportunism, is vast. To recount everything would truly be a challenge. Some of the things I might admit to would get me in trouble, while others were wildly dangerous, but still consensual. I guess you’ll just have to trust me when I say; I am a sexual predator, and proud to be one. |
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