Job Description
The primary responsibility for my assistant is to ensure that my cock is hard as much of the time as possible. If she does her job well, my day and night will be filled with cock-stiffening moments courtesy of her. While I don’t expect that she will be working 24-7, I do expect that she will plan to keep my cock stiff as close to 24-7 as possible via some combination of real-time engagement and scheduled, planned delivery of stimulation.
The qualifications for this role are mostly subjective. The ideal candidate will be eager, energetic, detail-oriented, enthusiastic, committed, diligent, thorough, and hungry for approval, among other things. She will delight in my attention, will communicate clearly and compulsively, will have experience and skill in project management, will crave positive reinforcement and will respond well to it. Experience per se is not required for this role.
I am capable of consuming an infinitude of time. The successful candidate will manage her time sufficiently well that I will feel well-attended to and never neglected, even as she leads a full, robust, and demanding life. The secret to this is not to have me be the only demand on her time, but to prioritize. And to communicate.
Compensation for this role will come in a variety of forms. There will, of course, be money. But if money is your primary motivation, you are the wrong candidate. Other forms of compensation will include praise, both spoken and written; orgasms — permitted, withheld, and provided; experiences, stories, adventures, and lessons; mentorship, guidance, motivation, and encouragement; and, on occasion, punishment.
A Note on Punishment
My hope is that any punishment received will be understood as, in its own way, a reward. Punishment for punishment’s sake will never be my intention. And if punishment is particularly motivating for you, we probably aren’t a great fit. But if the idea of a stern correction from which you can learn to be a better employee sounds cunt-glisteningly hot — for fuck’s sake, read on.
The Application Process
My application process, I hope, will be sufficiently pleasurable that, even if you are not selected for this position — although disappointed — you will be grateful for having been afforded the opportunity to participate.
As an initial pre-application step, I encourage you to send me at least three of the following:
- A photo of your face, smiling, taken only for me.
- A photo of your thighs and cunt, clothed, taken only for me.
- An audio recording of you having an orgasm, after which you deliver a one-sentence message to me in which you mention my name.
- A written response of no fewer than a hundred words to any post on my blog, describing, at a minimum, the emotions you felt upon reading it.
- An audio recording of you reading a blog entry from this blog while touching yourself, but not reaching orgasm.
- A spoken or written description of your most recent solo orgasm.
- A slow video tour of all of your clothes.
- Links to three videos that make your pussy consistently wet.
- A spoken or written description of your relationship to the concepts of vibration and penetration.
- A completed kink questionnaire.
All applicants will receive a response, and you may rest assured I will devote considerable energy, effort, and attention to your application. Should you have any questions in advance of your submission, please do not hesitate to ask.
Header image prompt (openai): Large-format still life photography, shot with a view camera on tungsten-balanced film under a single overhead fluorescent tube that casts one hard shadow slightly too far to the left. A manila folder lies open on a government-surplus metal desk, its interior holding a single sheet of cream paper — blank — weighted at the corner by a woman’s closed fist resting just at the frame’s edge, knuckles whitened, a thin gold ring catching the fluorescent green-white light. The folder’s clasp is bent. One drawer of the desk is open an inch, darkness inside. The colors are institutional and wrong: the cream paper reads faintly yellow, the shadow pools purple-black.