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I come in the category of needing to be hunted,chased down as prey.In the BDSM world there are those that hunt,and bitches like me that sometimes enjoy being cornered and a little frightened as the Doms hand wraps around my throat or pins me to the counter in my local gay bar and goes to work on the cheeks of my bottom with hands that are very skilled at giving ,and it hurts and i can't speak i can only lean my elbows on the bar so i don't melt in and pleasure.We enjoy being hunted,sissies like me.I can smell the testosterone,and it's almost as if i am smelling cock and semen,the pleasures of life.It makes me feel feminine and docile,almost like a drug and the tops know.Do you have an owner? He asks me that.Not,do i have a boyfriend,am i single but do i have an owner.I say no and yes i am gay,and yes i am bottom and the game begins.It's almost as if i can smell his cock,hoping it's twitching.I will never forget that Master who didn't ask.He knew my type and went in for the kill.My ass cheeks were on fire as he molested my ass in public with his fingers and i did absolutely nothing to defend myself so later when he dildoed my ass and beat me i let him enjoy himself.No i don't have an owner i said,and guessing he knew i am prey that night.No sweet talk please,i know who i am and what i need.There will be limits to your pleasure and there will be a safe word but as you move in for the kill i know i won't resist.I could smell you,and im glad you chose me.I want your scent on my body.