SingintheReign

Chaos

They/Them

Age: 25 Minors Please Do Not Interact

Dominant

wordsmith

agender/quoigender enby

aroace, quoiromantic, solo-poly, relationship anarchist

neurodivergent

disabled spoonie with a service dog

About Me

My standards are high, both for Myself and for those who serve Me. I'm looking mainly for community and conversation, and I'm open to the potential of owning someone if they are worthy.

Words are My weapons.

Wisdom is My workmanship.

Worship is My wish.

I enjoy animals, singing, music, writing, poetry, and reading. My favorite books are fantasy with extensive worldbuilding (think Brandon Sanderson, Pierce Brown, Rebecca Yarros, Dani Francis, Tamora Pierce), and I write spoken word poetry. I sing everything from opera and liturgical music to punk and musical theater. I have the sweetest service dog in the universe - a golden retriever named Charlie (they/she).

I'd like to get to know people, to talk about everything from growing up in a cult to animal attunement to kink to accessibility to philosophy and scientific theories. Banter, sure, and maybe some roleplay (as O/ourselves, not as characters). Ideally all in the style of high protocol - kinky talk, casual talk, and everything in between. My interests are varied, and I'd much prefer to start by getting to know you as a multi-faceted person, then gradually build from there.

Being solo-poly, I know better than to commit to monogamy, so do not expect it of Me. I experience each relationship and/or dynamic as an individual, beautiful work of art, and no two are alike. They can cross over with each other, but they need not do so - that depends on the individual circumstances and, of course, the preferences of those involved.

I tend to have limited time to engage, but I revel in it when I can. Due to My disabilities, I may take space from time to time. I am relatively open about My medical conditions, so feel free to ask respectfully.

Honorifics

Chaos, Sovereign, Qaysar, God, Ruler, Master, Mage, Liege, Lord, Adoni, Admiral, Sir, Sire, Your Majesty, Your Grace, Your Excellence, Your Imperial Highness

If you address Me otherwise, expect to be corrected.

Kinks

high protocol, hierarchy, service and worship of all kinds, rules and rituals, words, auralism, marking, sadism, conditioning, manipulation, psychological play, fear play, religion play, pet play, free use, consensual non-consent (CNC), total power exchange (TPE)

Other kinks to be discussed privately.

Soft Limits

disruptions to My life, submissives acting as though they are entitled to My time or attention rather than earning it, photos of Myself, blatant misogyny and/or misandry

Bratting is discouraged unless W/we've discussed it privately.

Hard Limits

scat, medical, illegal (necrophilia, pedophilia, etc.), being dominated, being misgendered, detransition kink, race play

Experience

I'd describe My in-person experience as moderate and My online experience as seasoned including engagement in numerous Discord servers, My own servers, and other sites such as Tumblr, Reddit, and WriteForMe.

If this is of interest to you, send Me a message. Feel free to ask about anything here you're curious about. Impress Me if you can.

My Discord Server

Write For Me

Would you writhe at My words, squirm at each sentence, display your devotion with the movement of every muscle?

Without needing to say a word, I take hold of your leash and guide you to the dungeon. I string you up in a suspension tie, your body twisted and tugged and angled just right to face the cameras I keep for My own amusement. But today, I have a different idea.

Once I'm satisfied that you're staying just where I left you, I fetch My laptop and get to work. I create an account to stream a live feed and link it to My bank account. Then I hook up the cameras.

One is trained on your tight hole, winking around the expertly-tied anal hook in the flashing lights as the cold air of the dungeon wafts over it. you're spread-eagle facing the floor, and no amount of struggling will change that.

Another camera catches a wide angle from below: it watches the way you wriggle in the bonds as you wait, the way you writhe at the sound of My evil chuckle from behind you, the way you whimper when My breath brushes over your ear.

I will master the darkness and dismantle your mind. I will wield the shadows and shape you where you're weakest. I will tear you apart to your core and craft you to My will.

They didn’t have to command the room; it was simply Theirs the moment They entered it. my Owner, Their Majesty, carried authority the way others carried breath—effortless, natural, undeniable. When i knelt before Them, it wasn’t out of obligation but, because something in me felt aligned in that posture, as if the world snapped into its proper shape.

They studied me quietly, not honoring my devotion, but assuming it. That was what i loved most—my service was never valued. It was assumed.

“i’m here,” i said. “Yours, because it is my way of life. You give me structure, and i give You pleasure. i am here to serve You.”

Their expression softened, not with sentiment, but with recognition. They placed a hand beneath my chin and guided my gaze upward so i could look at Them, not the floor.

“Then serve Me well,” They replied.