rSlash - r/Offmychest How Can I Make My Boyfriend My Slave?

Episode Date: November 3, 2025

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I was sitting on my computer playing games when my neighbors started pounding on my door. When I went out, I heard a woman wailing that her son was dead. My neighbor asked if I knew CPR. I had gotten my certificate back in February for my job. I was hesitant when I heard that it was her son. I'm terrified of doing chest compressions on a child or not being able to save them. Turns out it was like a 30-year-old man. He was face down with his knees folded into his chest. I flipped him over and heard a gurgle. His ears were blue and his lips were turning blue. I checked his mouth for obstruction and his tongue was green. It looked like he never brushed his teeth. It was revolting to be that close. It felt like

time stopped while I was considering if I was willing to give mouth-to-mouth. I just kind of said, screw it, and began mouth-to-mouth along with compressions. I tried to use my hand as a mouth guard as much as possible. For about 12 minutes, I did CPR by myself. He took maybe six breaths on his own during that time. He was definitely reflexive breathing. Eventually, a police officer relieved me, and I stumbled out to my front lawn and nearly puked. Fire department and EMS arrived and gave Narcon. He was able to crawl out of his house on his own. The mother was very appreciative towards me, but she was furious when the Narcon saved him. All this was from fentanyl use. I was pissed too. I'm traumatized when I look back and think about his disgusting.

in green tongue. In hindsight, I wouldn't have given mouth-to-mouth again. If we tried Narcon and it didn't work because it's not fentanyl use, I might consider mouth-to-mouth. I feel kind of guilty about it, but I also need to preserve myself. Man, I was in another country traveling. I don't want to say which country it was because it's going to sound racist, so I'll just leave it anonymous, but I came across a guy out there whose breath was so bad. I could smell it whenever he talked from like six feet away. And it smelled exactly. And I'm not exaggerating exactly like poop. And that's when I realized that I guess rotting food in your butt produces that poop smell and also rotting food in your mouth will also produce the exact poop smell,

which I guess makes sense. So what I'm trying to say, guys, is brush your teeth. Oh my God. The crazy thing is the guy with the poop breath was working in hospitality. So, how he managed to get that job is beyond me. Our next Reddit post is from deleted. My ex-wife predicted my future in painful detail, and I can't sleep at night because of it. We're illegally still married. We're both 45 and have been together for 20 years.

She was the love of my life, until I met my current girlfriend, and that's when I realized that I've been stagnating for years. My new 30-year-old girlfriend was happy and exciting. She was wild and drove me crazy. I finally remembered how it was to feel alive with her, and she understood me. Never complained, never nagged, always positive. When my ex-wife found out, she laughed in my face and told me how disappointing I was.

Leaving your wife of 20-something years for a 20-something? How original. I told her it wasn't because of my girlfriend's age, and she laughed even harder. Let me guess, it's because she cares about her looks, because she's so positive and adventurous. Then she said that when reality hits, don't come running back. When she stops blowing you in the most wild places because she knows that she doesn't have to now, when she realizes that she wants more and asks for more, when your answer and actions aren't good enough for her,

when she stays in bed scrolling her phone all weekend, because now she has you, she doesn't need to pretend to be oh, so adventurous anymore. Remember that you haven't traded up. I didn't believe her, and she laughed at that too. She said, remember how our story started? The love and respect we had, and look how it ended. How do you think this one that started by hurting the people closest to you will end? This was nine months ago.

Now, I haven't spoken with my girlfriend for two days. She moved in with me three months ago, and I have never been so miserable. The fights, the nagging. The scrolling on her phone day and night with zero effort or energy for any adventure. the demands and small fights about small things. I know that moving in together can be emotional and unstable, but I feel that I have no feelings for this woman. I have nothing to say to her.

I don't even like her. I just keep thinking of my wife and how she knew all this. I pretend that everything is great when I'm with people. I act like I'm so in love, but I'm dying inside. She predicted everything, and I miss and love her and think about her every single day. And because I'm not a good person, I told my girlfriend this. I don't know why I felt the need to tell my girlfriend this. Maybe because she called my ex old and bitter.

I told her that I'll never love her like I do my ex. That took her down to earth real quick. I'm sick of myself. I really like this top comment from crinkle cut cheddar. Your ex isn't a psychic. You're just a cliche. Anyone who knew the details of your situation could have told you exactly what your future held. And you would have seen it too if you hadn't been so dick blind. And then we have

this comment from a spike killer. I've never heard this before. Man, sometimes the grass is greener on the other side because it's fertilized with poo. Our next credit post is from my first TW. I'm a middle-aged dude originally from the Indian subcontinent living in the USA for over 30 years. All of this happened in Michigan. Yesterday I was visiting one of the metro parks doing a leisurely walk and I came to a small lake and stopped to enjoy the fall view. I barely noticed another dude about 10 yards away from me until he shouted, Don't come any closer. What? I'm warning you. Leave now or I'm calling the police. Are you serious? I'm damn serious. You're lucky I'm not carrying today. Of course, I'm pissed now, so I say, call whoever you want. I'm going nowhere. At this point, to my surprise, he actually dials 911

one and says, there's this guy and goes on to describe me in my appearance in detail. But some important part is, Mexican-looking seems to be illegal. I'm sure he's up to no good. Just snuck up on me. Once he's done talking to the cops, he takes my picture, sends it to some guy and calls that person still speaking loudly. If anything happens, it's this guy. And again, describes me in details.

Yo, what's this guy's issue? The cops come. They take my ID and ask what happened. I instead ask the cop to ask the guy, what law did I break? The cops go to talk to the guy. I don't hear the discussion, but he leaves. The cops come to me, tell me that I didn't break any law, and the guy was probably having a bad day.

But I didn't like the cop making the comment, 6,000 acres of park, and you had to come right here. The cops leave too, and I'm still dumbfounded about what has just happened. I can't get over it. I have encountered the first, probably the first case of, I guess mild racism or sexism of pretty much my entire life. I'm a white guy in America, so I'm not really the demographic that typically gets oppressed. So keep in mind, this experience is like one out of 10 on the intensity scale,

but I just thought I'd share it because it just happened. I took my daughter to an indoor playground, and my daughter is four, and she is half Chinese. And one thing you need to know about the world of people with toddlers, parents with toddlers, is that 99% of parents just straight up do not play with their kids. If you go to a park or an indoor playground, you might see a parent pushing their kid on the swing. But my daughter's four, and in all that time, I've literally never seen another parent chase their kid.

Usually parents just stand and watch or they chill on their phone. I'm not like that. I love playing with my kid, so every time we go to the playground, my daughter begs me to chase her and I chase her. Usually, daddy, be a monster. rah, and I chase her as a monster. Now, typically what happens is that when I play with my daughter, other kids will see an adult being playful, which is pretty rare, and they'll try to play too.

So within like 10 to 15 minutes of me playing, I had this little gaggle of like three to four other kids between the ages of four to six who are also playing the monster game with me. I go rah and chase them and they, ah, and they run away and hide. and I never touched them, don't get me wrong, I never, ever, ever put my hands on another kid when I play with them. I also try to scope out and see where their parents are and, you know, if anyone gives me a nasty look,

I'll stop doing it, but that's never happened. Anyways, I'm just playing with these four kids. It's a pretty simple game. I go raw, they go, ah, and they run up to a little, like, playground area where I can't reach them, and then I go away, and then the kids come down, and then when they get to the ground, they go, rah, and I chase them again,

and they go back up again. And this grandma-age woman comes up to me with a baby on her hip, And she comes up to me and says, is this your kid? And I say, yeah, this is my daughter. And she just turns to my daughter and says, is this your father? And luckily, my daughter says, that's my daddy or whatever she said. And then I said, are any of these kids your, your kid, your grandk kid? And she said, no.

And just kind of walked away, giving me the stink eye. And it's like, huh? I don't know if her issue was that I was a guy, a single guy, because my wife wasn't there playing with a bunch of kids. Or if it was because I'm white and my daughter was half Asian, so it didn't look like I was related to any of these kids. I guess other relevant context is none of the other kids I was playing with were white. So I guess I did kind of stick out a little bit. And to be super clear, I'm not saying my situation was as bad as what O.P. experience at the park. His is way, way worse.

It's just that was my first time being, I guess, profiled based on my gender or my skin color. And it wasn't pleasant at all. Keep in mind, it was like one out of ten on the intensity scale. I know people go through way, way, way worse racism than I do. I was really tempted to turn it back around on the lady and say, is that your baby on your hip? But I try to make it a habit of not picking fights when I've got my daughter with me because if I do get into a fight, then, you know, I don't want to see her dad.

I don't want my daughter to see her dad get knocked out, you know? I'm a peacekeeper when I've got my daughter with me. Our next Reddit post is from, I don't know, I just ball. I'm a provider girlfriend, and I refuse to look. let my boyfriend work ever. I love my boyfriend to death and would do anything for him. He's the only person that impresses me and that I admire. He's the only one for me. He's the most intelligent and kind person I've met. So far, I've never heard of another woman with my mindset. But I make excellent money, and I work my remote insurance job, so I get to be the only breadwinner. I make

sure he benefits from my work packages too. I consider myself more dominant and very direct, so maybe the provider mindset goes in hand with it. I love being the leader. I pay rent, utilities, insurance, groceries, anything you can think of. I also give leftover chunks of money to him and he gets to do what he wants with it. And despite contrary beliefs, he pockets it to surprise me later. This man is worth every penny. I don't want him to see a single bill. All he has to do is cook for us, clean, do laundry, drive us places, look handsome and decorate the place to make it feel alive. He even has his own garden. He does his hobbies peacefully while I'm working, and if he wants to travel, we travel. He makes the best food too, and my diet improved since he entered my life. He grew up

in poverty and neglect, so all I want is for him to enjoy life and feel content without the pressure of this world anymore. His mental health improves significantly, and he's happier than ever. He's literally glowing. That's all I want. In exchange, he sees me, he hears me, he touches my heart in the deepest way possible. His love is so unique, never once have I felt disrespect in our bond. I am proud of my choice, and I never regretted it a single time. Thankfully, I love working and providing for him, so seeing him use my money makes me feel fulfilled. He literally derives happiness from taking care of me.

He's so perfect that I wish every woman like me had a man like him in their lives. He's the standard. Therefore, he deserves all my money. So out of curiosity, I checked O.P.'s post history, and she made a post to R-slash-sex with a title male sex slave fantasy? I don't know what's in this post, so let's find out together. I'm female, for starters. I noticed I don't get aroused from being penetrated, but I certainly get aroused from seeing a man get destroyed, either by me or someone else. Combined with the above, I daydream of having a man with a dog mentality for adult

stuff at all times nearby. It makes me confused because I don't necessarily want him to do stuff to me, but I just like performing things on him. Like, I'm really into it in a way that I'd be able to crush the guy and his self-esteem crumbles. Also, the slave part is that he has to submit to everything I tell him to do, such as play with himself, serve me, naked and wear clothes that contradict his archetype. Like, the guy has to portray very masculine traits, but he's a submissive slave, you know? Like, I want to dress him up in lace underwear and decorate him with stuff that goes against masculine norms. Also, it could be a whole harem, like me living with a bunch of those dudes and regularly embarrassing them. Also, they have to

not go outside. Like, they need to be prisoners for my own pleasure. And they got to be into it. Like, what is this called? Is this some BDSM stuff? Well, I can't say I'm surprised, but at the same time, I didn't see this coming. Our next Reddit post is from Possible Tour. My girlfriend did one of those, Who's Most Likely to TikTok videos with her friends? Here's the gist of it for people who don't know. You say, who's most likely to do X and then point to that person? The prompt was, who's most likely to cheat on their boyfriend while on vacation? Everyone pointed to my girlfriend, including herself. They're going on a skiing vacation soon.

She defended herself saying, it was just a joke, and if she was going to cheat, why would she announce it? But I don't know, it's just really messing with me and has my stomach hurting LMAO. I really don't want to talk to her right now,

and I'm honestly considering dumping her. Here's a hard truth that some people don't want to hear. It's not enough to not cheat. People think just because they're loyal, that's good enough. You also have to not make your partner think that you're cheating. You know, if you go have lunch with your ex-girlfriend, and it's totally platonic, you don't have any feelings for her, you don't kiss her, you don't sleep with her. Just the fact that you did it is going to make your current girlfriend jealous and insecure, and it's going to make her doubt things.

So if you do that type of stuff, you're just poisoning your own relationship, which is exactly what the girlfriend is doing in this story. Our next credit post is from Charlemagne Heart God. Is this even normal? my girl keeps drinking half the effing milk and then topping the carton back up with water. At first, I thought that I was just going nuts. Like, why was the 2% milk always tasting like watery BS? Then one morning, I literally watched her dump tap water straight into the carton and shove it back in the fridge like that was normal.

When I asked why, she goes, it's to make it last longer. Which is insane because it doesn't last longer. It just turns into this sad, weak, Ghost milk. But instead of calling her out, I just nodded like an idiot. She's super hot, so I just let her do these things. This isn't even the oddest one. I've just finally cracked and need to say something to someone. Then OP posted an update. By popular request, I'll add some other things off the top of my head. She keeps a notebook of strangers license plates just in case they ever matter later. When she eats an apple, she chews the cord down so far that she eats. eats the seeds. She peels off the skin of her heel and sometimes keeps big flakes in her jeans pocket. She collects bits of strings she finds on the ground and knots them all together into one huge tangled ball she keeps in a shoe box. She has a diary in there, so she thinks I don't look. O.P., enjoy it while it lasts, but get out of there soon, my friend. That was R-slash-off-My

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