“I Think My Past Affects Me More Than I Thought It Did.”

“This makes me long for the autumns of New York. It’s quite surreal to take in the crisp, clean, pure air of the Adirondack Mountains where it feels nothing has touched the landscape for eons except mother nature herself. The only signs of mankind’s presence being the occasional and random log bench or a well placed stack of small rocks for a makeshift fire. It’s rewarding, just existing in solitude while you feel the pristine cold start to set in before carrying in the frozen tundra that will become a long, white winter. It is glorious and fulfilling to inhale the scents of the untainted waters and the undisturbed wilderness. Such a raw and grounding experience that always felt brand new each time I found myself there.”

- Master Knox

“Your eyes can’t hide when your lips tell lies.”

- Master Knox

@xkinktasticx ((Don’t mind me 😏🤭))

“The “nerdier,” the better.”

- Master Knox

Adore your blog 🩶

What would your ideal session look like, if you could choose and have anything?

“Thank you. I’m happy anytime my blog is adored. Always an honor and a pleasure. I could peruse yours and return the sentiment potentially but…I don’t know who you are.”

“My ideal session is less specific in particular kink or style of physical use or sexual activity than it is in need of consisting of intangible requirements. What is a nonnegotiable, necessity that must be present for a session to be ideal for me is a mental connection so intense it oozes passion and intimacy and has the feel of being “otherworldly”. When that connection exists it matters not the degree I am fucking or making love or using and abusing her. It doesn’t matter if I am in a mode of primal urge and in need of breeding, BDSM or CNC. It doesn’t matter if the moment is soft and full of traditional D/s, DD/lg, tender and caring Dominance or Master/slave. Whether she be invaluable property or a priceless treasure. Or any combination of those things or other things not mentioned. As long as her mind and spirit are fully engaged and thriving in these moments then the physical aspects are just along for the ride and are a mere extension of the things we cannot see or touch. Everything physical is enhanced by the mental. At that point, the physical part of the session will rely solely on my mood. Maybe it is ideal to fuck her hard in the ass or make her gag on my cock while I stare down at her tear filled eyes as she gasps and struggles to breath. Maybe it is ideal to caress her body and love on her softly as I dig deep in to her trying to fornicate with her at a molecular level. Maybe it is ideal on a great many fronts. If her mind is there, open and willing…the session can be ideal in so many ways physically.”

- Master Knox

I love your blog! Your writing is fantastic! Also, thank you for the love!

“Hello and thank you very much for the comment and kind words. You’re very welcome also. Your blog is equally as lovable.”

- Master Knox

“Always keep your toys and tools clean and in good working order.”

A small fraction of my “fun tools” collection. 😉

- Master Knox

“This coffee tastes like a giant cup of shut the fuck up until I’m done with it.”

- Master Knox

“Sometimes you’re just a toy for me to play with. There are no beautiful words, no soft kisses and no soul searching. I’m simply going to fuck with your body and see how much cum and what types of noises I can make come out of it.”

- Master Knox

“It is those eyes. The way she looks at me. The way she looks FOR me. Her pupils bleeding with intention and yearning, glazed over with a maddening desperation.

It is that mouth. The way she curls her lips. The way she smirks from ear to ear, the corners of her mouth oozing with need and fervor.

The way she turns me on from the sight of her body wriggling and writhing as she grows in her feelings of pushing temptation towards me. Every movement a tease. Every glance an invitation.

This is where she forces the gentleman from my persona and calls out the uncaged beast. I will not be gentle with her. She is aware. She is excited. I will hurt her. She is eager. She is ready.

These are the sessions of primal urge and necessity. I fuck her. Hard. I do not make love to her. That man is away while the wolf now plays.

She is used. Pawed at. Spread apart. Gripped. Twisted. Arched and bent. Pulled on. Thrown around. Treated like an object. She is there to serve a purpose. It is not about her. At all.

In these moments I am here to destroy and ravage her beautiful body until I am satisfied and drained. An animalistic encounter where one of us is a slave to the others power and demand.

In these moments, the end result is a broken woman left in a heap on the bed, or floor, or table. Left in a numbing pain and pleasure cocktail. Covered in sweat, juices and marks. Filled with cum, purpose and fulfillment.

She needs these moments just as badly as I do. Sometimes more so. These moments are not for you to understand or agree with. They are for us to enjoy and to cherish.”

- Master Knox

“Add the darkness of night with the subtle glow of the moon to the showers raining down, tapping and dripping their tune.

It is pluviophile perfection.”

- Master Knox