Patriarch Cornelius I

About Patriarch Cornelius I

Patriarch Cornelius I is the leader of Domus Cornelii. He is a 25-year-old born and raised in the Netherlands and presently lives there.

He is multicultural and mixed, including 53% Scandinavian, 32% Eastern European (primarily Polish) and 15% North and Western European (primarily Dutch).

He has brown eyes, has been growing out His beard since 2021 and has shaved His head since 2022. He has an average build, is semi-hairy, stands 183 cm (6 ft) tall, and weighs 75 kg (165 lbs).

Although he was brought up in a conservative and religious household, he has since grown apart from religion and does not consider himself to be a religious person.

The Journey

The odyssey of Patriarch Cornelius I had its genesis in his tender years. From his earliest memories, he recognized a difference, a divergence from those around him. His maturity outpaced his contemporaries, presenting a contrast as stark as night and day. His interests strayed far from the conventional, rendering him an anomaly amidst his companions. A patriarchal spirit resided within him, guiding his steps along a unique path, a journey designed solely for him.

Elementary School

My earliest recollection of my kinky inclinations was during my elementary school days. Though the exact grade eludes me, I believe it was likely the third or fourth. I must have been around seven or eight years old at the time. Our school had a spacious playground with a small grove, lush grass, and various patches of sand with playground equipment.

During lunch breaks, we often engaged in games of Tag on the playground. On one such occasion, I devised a game of kidnapping. The girls would hide, while the boys would organize and guard a base camp at the playground equipment, scouring the area for the girls, capturing them, bringing them back to the base camp, binding them there, and guarding them until all the girls were caught.

I remember a particular moment when I pinned down one of the girls and placed my hand over her mouth. She was wearing a striking dark green leather jacket and had gorgeous blonde curls. This is my earliest recollection of my kinky feelings, and it remains a vivid memory to this day. Of course, at that time, I was unaware of the existence of the BDSM world.

It's interesting to think that this experience may be an indication that BDSM is not something we develop a liking for over time, but rather, that these feelings are innate within us. Many other instances like this during my childhood support this theory.