Gage Lennox
Nov 6 · 2 min read

An Alfred to my Batman

I meant to post this immediately after Palm Springs leather pride.

All this self hustling is taxing on me.

I’m in need of a travel companion.

A leather butler if you will. He would be a man of many talents and have a natural desire to help me with my projects.

This would be different than a boy or slave, the butlers payment would mostly be in my gratitude and his fulfillment to see me succeed. In some way this is opposite of a findom relationship (financially dominant/human ATM) I don’t want to use your money. I’m in need of your time and love to see me succeed. I would be willing to pay for our lodging and flights when we travel.

A butler who can give me advice on attire, be a listening ear to my dreams and struggles, someone who I can recall stories years from now and say ‘remember when’

He would also help me setup a room for filming, provide me water and p🤯ppers in extending social play settings. With organization skills, somehow he would help me with the behind the scenes of Friendly Fire.

I’m a poly man. I steer a heavy ship and life is demanding of me to be my best self. Anyone who knows me, has seen my kindness, my sincerity, and my gratitude for the men that have been their for me when I need a shoulder to lean on. All I can do is thank people, and when the time comes where the ship steers itself, compensate.

Your master is a Virgo, which means I think I’m usually right (usuuaallyy.)

Your job would be to learn how to communicate with me with a finesse that doesn’t insult me, and uses a supportive perspective to show that I am being stubborn. When I should turn course. I can’t steer a ship on my own, I need a lighthouse (you, the butler)

So I’m looking for an Alfred to my Batman. This dynamic isn’t necessarily sexual, but it is very intimate. Perhaps this would speak to an asexual man that wants to be involved in the fetish scene. If you are interested please send me a private message.

I don’t have a clear direction on where things are taking me- but I don’t think anyone can.

I do know- I know who the fuck I am, and people go to the grave not knowing their identity.