The Day I Met Master: My Ordinary Pamphlet Life
These days, squeezed between the relentless grind of office work, I spend every hour moving from one thing to another without a moment's rest.
The damned company never leaves me alone.
When I do have free time, I fire up games on my PC at home. Once I get bored, I switch to Steam and nibble away at titles, but even that wears thin. Then I end up posting the most ordinary little daily snippets on the free-talk bulletin board of Esemmer Community.
I've been living this way for four years now, completely swept up in real life.
In those rare moments when I had a breather, I did try my hand at some pamphlet stuff—recruiting partners and even signing a D/s contract—but every single time, something came up at work and shattered the vibe, or the match simply didn't click.
During those rare pamf sessions, I even tried reaching out for a D/s arrangement, but most people just stayed at the pamf level. They probably felt the weight of my hard style.
Back when I first posted my recruitment ad, the people who answered were usually just curious about the example plays I listed.
At first, those responses frustrated me, but as time passed and I got older, I started viewing my own play style more objectively.
Since my style is what it is, I eventually came to understand those people better.
So when did my last pamf happen again? Maybe a year or two ago... I can't even remember what it was about.
It feels like I've forgotten the last pamf, and even the details of what it involved.
Will I spend the rest of my life as a pamf enthusiast?
Will my cock rot away, buried under layers of dust, because I forget how to even touch it?
That's why lately, wild fantasies have been creeping into my mind.
“Fuck, I really want to do some pamf.”
Even I didn't mean to mutter it under my breath.
Then I thought, Namsan Ridge? No way. It's been too long. I decided to drop into Esemmer Community and write a recruitment post.
Right now, just a bit more time and I'd be quitting the office job entirely, so I figured I'd at least find a pamf partner to scratch the itch in the meantime.
Looking for someone who won't be treated like a person.
“Hello. I'm HardDegrader, the one who just posted this recruitment ad.
I'm thirty-two, living in the northern part of Gyeonggi Province.
Preferred plays: graffiti play, egg-laying play, golden shower, anal, humiliation play, and so on.
Non-preferred: extreme lynchings, blood, scat, etc.
Special notes: I really like intra-vaginal urination, intra-rectal urination, and egg-laying play.
Among costumes, I especially adore a real buruma.
Particularly the area around the Y-zone—that's what I find most attractive!
The kind of person I'm looking for is someone who can handle my hard style!
Someone who will drop every shred of humanity, lower than an animal, treatable like nothing more than a fleshlight, and become my meat toilet.
Personality-wise, you absolutely need a strong degrading streak.
I'd prefer if you also have submissive and service tendencies!
I'm open to either a relationship or a full D/s contract.
Once the chemistry clicks, we can slowly adjust our play style together.
Just take a look at the personality test chart I posted in another thread!
I can't believe it's been years since I last wrote a recruitment post. Heh heh.
Looking forward to your contact! I know the ad sounds pretty intense, but I hope you'll feel free to reach out.
Here's hoping we make a good match!
P.S.
Even if my plays are hard, I won't actually devour anyone! If it scares you a little, feel free to message or send a note.
The ad was pretty intense, I thought.
Summary: recruit someone who can become a meat toilet—lower than an animal, treatable like nothing more than a fleshlight.
That's why I made sure to include a line asking for someone with a very strong degrading nature.
After I finished writing, I read it back over and wondered if this would even work.
“I'm such a crazy bastard... my brain's been hijacked by pure instinct, and I just dumped it all out without a second thought.”
I muttered it to myself, voice low.
Honestly, how many pamf are there who would even do intra-vaginal urination?
And egg-laying play—how insane is that?
If I read other recruitment posts, it seemed most of them leaned soft.
From my perspective, soft types were probably the mainstream in Esemmer Community.
But then I thought, what's the point of recruiting someone who won't get it?
I want a meat toilet. I want them to drop all the way to the bottom, treat me like the lowest animal, and use me purely as a container for my lust.
If I recruit someone who's obsessed with pamf and just tries to please me, it won't satisfy me unless they're exactly who I need.
And the other person would feel the same.
If it's never going to work, I might as well be honest and recruit the exact person I want.
Tapping.
It submitted.
I went back to the ad, this time reading it slowly.
It felt like bait. Like a fisherman dangling a rod over the river, waiting patiently for the right fish to swallow the hook.
The thought sent a fresh wave of lust crashing through me.
“Fuck... I have to reel it in.”
Half of me was already feeling the post-play guilt, but the lust stayed strong.
I'd pull out the hardcore videos and onahole I'd been saving and take care of it.
After work, it's always a struggle.
I drag my battered body home, peel off my outer clothes, and flop onto the bed.
But I can't stay down for long. I force myself up, toss the clothes carelessly onto the bed, and hang the rest on the hanger.
I strip everything down to my underwear, then head to the bathroom and turn on the shower.
I stand under the water and let it rinse away the sweat and grime from every inch of me.
It takes about twenty minutes. I use body wash too, then dry off with a towel.
Feeling refreshed after the shower, I wipe my body again with the bath towel, patting every damp spot—my chest, arms, back, hips, stomach—until they're dry.
Once I'm satisfied, I throw on a sleeveless t-shirt and dolphin shorts, no bra or panties, and head to the chair at my desk.
I power up the computer.
The screen lights up. I open the internet first, then head straight to Esemmer Community again and dive into the free-talk section.
Even though my real life is busy, something feels empty. It's not really that I want romance; it's closer to lust.
I've tried recruitment posts in this community a few times and even did some pamf, but it never lasted. The moment the session ended, it was over.
Never led to a pamf partner or D/s contract.
Probably because my play style just didn't match anyone's.
At parties, some people flirted with me, calling me pretty, but I never really let them get close.
Reasons were plenty—looks didn't click, personality didn't match, play style sucked, or the vibe just didn't work.
“The community feels pretty quiet today...”
The free-talk board is full of everyday stories, but every now and then something catches my eye.
Today, nothing stood out.
I scrolled through the posts until I got bored, then decided to check the recruitment board.
As I scrolled down, none of the titles grabbed me.
Until one title jumped out.
Looking for someone who won't be treated like a person.
That title alone was brutal.
“What the hell is this? Is this even a real post? It screams too much!”
I muttered that to myself, but my eyes wouldn't leave the title.
I'd always thought my own play style was soft, and the pamfs I'd done had been soft too.
So this post should have been filed away as something weird, something I wouldn't even bother with.
But instead, my eyes kept returning to it.
I felt a strange pull I couldn't explain.
“Mmm...”
Curiosity won, and I clicked on the author's name next to the title.
“HardDegrader...”
I said the nickname out loud, soft.
The person who posted that ad was considered quite unusual in the community.
No major rumors, just that their play style was extremely hard.
People who had seen them at parties said they were a nice guy but very peculiar.
“Play style is hard, but not weird, right?”
The more I thought about it, the more curious I became.
I hovered the mouse over the title and clicked left.
Tap.
The body of the post was even more explicit.
Meat toilet. Fleshlight. Lower than an animal. All those raw words kept jumping out.
Reading it made me think, yeah, this guy's really hard. And a little scary.
But at the same time, the curiosity only grew stronger.
Who the hell is this person?
I read through the whole post until I reached the last line.
“Even if my plays are hard, I won't actually devour anyone! If it scares you a little, feel free to message or send a note.”
That line made me let out a short laugh.
“Hard play but won't eat me? That's kinda contradictory... this person's interesting...”
Once the curiosity hit its limit, I became even more obsessed with finding out who this was.
“Yeah... even if I meet this person and we do pamf, they probably won't kill me. They said they won't devour me.”
I scrolled back up, clicked the chat button next to their ID, and sent a message.
“Hello...”
That was the opening line I sent.