Inside WNU
WNU is my hypnotic, immersive training space — built to shape you through domination, conditioning, and intimate degradation.
15+
Bondage Training Positions
50+
Sex Toys & Tools
100+
Ways to Pleasure & Punish
I designed this training room from the ground up for your discipline, your performance, and my absolute control. Hundreds of hours went into custom fabrication. Thousands of dollars into equipment, toys, lighting, furniture, and bondage systems. Every restraint point, every floral-filled corner, every soft surface was chosen with intent. From the neon glow to the plush-lined platforms, I engineered this space to strip away your resistance and reshape your behavior. At its center: a custom bondage table wrapped in floral chains, reinforced posts, and fixed grip points — built for long-term sessions and total control. Above, a suspended floral chain rig with a disco ball that glimmers while you're tied open. Below, padded flooring and prep stations for deeper training, cleanup, and everything your body is made to endure. Discreet cameras and monitors mirror every angle, so I can watch your emotions in real time… and you can see exactly what I’m doing to you.
Over 100 strategically placed items line the walls, drawers, and tables. Glass dilators. Silicone stretchers. Gags, clamps, lubes, vibrators, inflatables, speculums, plugs. Gear that drips, fills, buzzes, penetrates, and overwhelms. I built a fucking machine to pound and stretch you open with perfect, merciless rhythm. Rows of punishment instruments and obedience trainers flank a mirrored station where specialty kits, sensory tools, and expulsion tools wait under my strict command. I curated this space for intensity. It calms your mind as you’re consumed by erotic chaos. This is where you react on cue. Where I test you. Where your limits are exposed, pushed, and stripped away — passionately, methodically, and completely.
And yet, as intense, consuming, and wicked as it is… it’s beautiful. Warm pinks, elaborate greenery, plush pillows. Candy jars. Towels rolled like a spa. I designed it to disarm you — to soften your mind, open your body, and make you perform exactly the way you’re meant to. As long as you’re ready to earn it. The aesthetic is sweet. The training is not. This is my sanctum for your performance. For your correction. For obedience that feels like addiction. It doesn’t matter how you walk in. Once you’re collared, restrained, filled, and used, the only thing that matters is how you perform for the trainer who built it all.
Custom Built Bondage Table
I built this bondage table to be fully modular — wall panels detach, support bars add in, and the entire structure shifts to hold you bent over, on your back, face-forward, or side-laid. I designed it for your cuffs, your ropes, your chains — with built-in grip points to secure your wrists, ankles, thighs, and even your neck. Every position is possible — and every part of you can be held exactly where I want it.
Pleasure Tools & Training Devices
I use everything here to stretch, buzz, fill, and condition your holes. Rows of glass dilators, graduated anal plugs, thick silicone stretchers. Ball gags. Open-mouth gags. Leather cuffs. Padded blindfolds and full hoods to block out your world while I open mine. My fucking machine is calibrated to plow you with relentless precision. And I’ve stocked a full arsenal of Lelo vibrators — sleek, powerful, and built to pulse, throb, suck, and tease until your body obeys without hesitation.
Punishment & Control Instruments
I keep floggers that thud against your skin, belts that sting, paddles that deliver control with every strike. Crops and whips sharpen your focus. Nipple clamps with dangling weights, clothespins for pressure. Candle wax drips slow and deliberate. Ben wa balls pulse inside you while I hold you still. Pinwheels trace across skin I’ve trained to stay sensitive. Every tool here is chosen to break your resistance, deepen your obedience, and leave you aching for more.
Aftercare & Recovery
My aftercare is slow, deliberate, and sensual. I glide warm towels over your flushed skin. I trace soft wipes where you’ve dripped. I offer you sweet sips, gentle touches, and plush surfaces to bring you down slowly — but not too far. You’re cared for, praised, and kept exactly where I want you.
The Trainer
I turn your surrender into ritual, your obedience into pleasure, and your submission into something you never want to escape.
I smell like sun-warmed cedar, sweet citrus, and clean skin brushed with fig and soft woods. It clings to your skin long after I’m gone. Fresh. Masculine. Intimate. The kind of scent that makes your thighs tense when you remember where it rubbed off on you. My hygiene is obsessive. I shower. I shave from the abs down. Every inch of me is clean enough to kiss, taste, or worship. I train my body like I expect yours to perform — disciplined, sharp, always ready. Six days a week. Tailored. Styled. Flawless. I don’t just maintain myself. I curate myself. Because if I’m going to own you, I expect to be irresistible.
I don’t raise my voice. I don’t need to. I train with pressure, posture, and silence that sinks deeper than any shout. Countdown. Restraint. Instruction. Reaction. You won’t realize how far you’ve fallen until your throat is sore, your holes are stretched open, and your thoughts aren’t yours anymore. You’ll be performing. Desperate to please me. Waiting for my next word like it’s the only thing holding you together.
I’m not roleplaying. I’m not pretending to control you. I know exactly what I’m doing — every word, every touch, every pause. I watch you unravel and keep pushing until you respond the way I want. Not because you have to. Because I’ve rewired you to crave it. To please me in ways that make you feel exposed, filthy, and shameless. And you love it.
My desires are intense. Extreme. Degrading in a way that makes your stomach drop and your heart race. I don’t threaten. I expect. And when you meet those expectations — soaked, wrecked, held open and held down — you won’t want praise. You’ll want more. Because there’s something in the way I use you. The way I train you. The way I study every twitch, cry, and clench that makes you want to be broken beautifully. Not just used. Rebuilt. Transformed. Owned.
You’ll beg me to ruin you again. And again. Until nothing else makes you come.
My Name Tommy
My Age 28
My Race White
My Body Tan + Fit + Athletic
My Location Temecula, California
Text Me +1 951-517-6144
Email Me hello@wickednasty.university
Rules
My Rules
Desires
My Desires
Control
Bondage + Domination + Submission
You don’t move unless I allow it. Tied open, exposed, silenced. Your position becomes your punishment. Your stillness becomes my canvas. Every hole is available. Every twitch is watched. You’re mine to arrange, to correct, to use.
Sadism
Punishment + Degradation + Restraint
I don’t need pain to punish you. I spank until you’re squirming, grip your hair to keep you still, hold your throat just tight enough to remind you who owns it. I correct with precision, degrade with purpose, and make you feel humiliated in the most intimate, arousing ways. You don’t just obey — you thank me for making you feel that dirty.
Psychological Conditioning
Reprogramming + Triggers + Obedience
I don’t just train your body — I rewrite your wiring. Eye contact becomes a trigger. Silence becomes obedience. You start to ache to do everything my way — to move how I like, react how I want, and earn my approval in every breath. I replace your instincts with my rules until you flinch in rhythm, soak on command, and crave being perfect for me. When I’m finished, you aren’t you anymore. You’re mine.
Throat Training
Deepthroating + Facefucking + Gagging
Your mouth isn’t for speaking. It’s a fuckhole, a training tool, a place to hold the sounds I don’t want to hear. I use your throat like it was made to be shaped. Gagged deep, timed holds, spit sliding down your chin while I watch your eyes beg without words.
Anal Training
Anal Sex + Stretching + Gaping
I stretch you because that’s what holes are for. Fingers. Toys. Cock. Over and over until you stay open. I watch how you clench, how you pulse, how you respond when I spread you and leave you that way. I train you to take more, to hold longer, to gape on command — and I expect it every time.
Overstimulation + Orgasm Control
Edging + Orgasm Denial + Forced Orgasms
I don’t make you come to give you pleasure — I do it to break you. Fingers, toys, vibration, pace. Again. Again. Until your body’s twitching, your voice is wrecked, and your mind’s too far gone to beg. You don’t moan unless I permit it. You don’t come unless I command it. And when you do, it’s soaked, euphoric, and just the start of the next round.
Worship
Massaging + Kissing + Rimming
You don’t just touch me. You serve me. You massage me the way I deserve to be touched — slow, deep, focused. Oiled hands sliding over my back, shoulders, thighs. Tongue where I want it. Chest, abs, thighs — your whole body pressed against mine, working to relax me completely. You learn my rhythm, my breathing, my favorite pressure. You’re not just here to worship. You’re here to satisfy me in every way I allow.
Criteria
My Criteria
Age
Obedience begins with youth
Strictly 18–30 only. No exceptions. She must be ripe for long-term training, not stuck in old patterns.
Body
Tight. Proportioned. Showable.
Fit to average is welcome. No BBWs, no excess weight. She’s presentable, photogenic, and fuckable from every angle.
Hygiene
Clean. Shaved. Perfected.
My standard is obsessive. Daily showers. Fresh breath. Entire body shaved — pussy, legs, pits, ass, arms. No fuzz, no stubble. She’s soft everywhere I touch.
Race
Aesthetic and chemistry aligned
Open to white, Latina, or Asian only. The look must match the energy: tight, expressive, obedient.
Mindset
Not curious. Called.
She doesn’t “wonder” if she’s submissive — she knows. Her kink is obedience. Her reward is praise.
Temperament
Obedient. Fiery. Trainable.
Bratty is fine — as long as she breaks. Must crave discipline, ache for control, and need to be owned.
Orientation
For him — or for her under him
Straight or bisexual only. She obeys the male lead — and if she plays with girls, it’s under command.
Availability
She makes time — or she’s not mine
Weekends, evenings, or more. Flexible enough to show up, strip down, and serve — without excuse.
Location
She trains close — or not at all
Within 50 miles of Temecula. 25 miles preferred. 15 ideal. I don't do distance — I do ownership.
The Training Room
This is my beautiful, soft sexual training room — where I teach submission, push limits, and reward pleasure exactly when I choose. One space. One submissive. Trained into my perfect little toy.
My floral-lit training space is designed to disarm your senses, bind your body, and control every response you give me.
The centerpiece of my room — built to hold you open, lock you down, and train every inch of you under soft light and strict control.
This is where I prep, monitor, and keep you sweet — surrounded by tools, treats, and everything I need to keep you obedient.
This is where I prep you, clean you, and make sure you’re ready for everything I have planned.
This is where I choose what stretches you, fills you, and leaves you dripping for more.
This is where I secure you for full access and absolute control under the glow of “Good Times.”
This is where I monitor your reactions and keep everything within arm’s reach for whatever I decide next.
This is where I keep the vibrators, syringes, and sensory toys I use to train your body to react exactly how I like.
You're surrounded by hundreds of curated impact toys, restraints, gags, and training tools beneath bright neon signs and provocative wall art.
You stand in front of a display wall lined with paddles, whips, and chains, lit by playful neon and candy-themed decor that hides nothing.
You're inside a color-drenched corner packed with sensory toys, playful details, and wall-mounted gear built for control and creativity.
You're staring at a sprawling arsenal of plugs, dildos, clamps, stretchers, and tools—organized, overwhelming, and ready for use.
This is where I make you feel safe enough to fall apart, then strong enough to crave it.
I’ll surround you with beauty and overstimulation until your mind has no choice but to soften.
When you're in my hands, every strange little curiosity becomes just another way to break you open.
Connect
Convince me you're worth training.
Submission received.
If you're interesting enough, you'll hear from me.