Domus Cornelii
The House of Patriarch Cornelius

Patriarch Cornelius

About Patriarch Cornelius

Patriarch Cornelius

Patriarch Cornelius is the leader of Domus Cornelii. He is a 26-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 been growing out His hair since 2023. 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 journey of Patriarch Cornelius started from a very young age. He was always very different from his peers. His maturity outpaced his peers, presenting a contrast as stark as night and day. His interests strayed far from the conventional, rendering him an anomaly amidst those around him. 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 feelings 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.


Extreme Love

When I was about twelve years old, there was a show on television that was about extreme relationships, a bit of research tells me that it was likely called "Extreme Love". Although this was a version with Dutch commentary.

I was watching this show with my parents, and it delved into the many BDSM dynamics. To my parents who were conservative and religious this was insanity but to me a whole new world opened up, a world that made so much sense. I also got my private computer around this age, and I spent many weeks reading up on all the different aspects of BDSM on the internet. Unfortunately, there wasn't much else I could do because I was too young to do anything else with it by societal standards.


A Rocky Road

At eighteen, I joined Collarspace, an outdated dating site for the BDSM community. I spent a significant amount of time there, but ultimately, it was a lot of wasted time. It wasn't until I signed up for FetLife that I truly began to explore and understand my desires.

On FetLife, I had the opportunity to experiment, often through trial and error. In the beginning, there were more mistakes than successes. I knew I was drawn to the Master/slave dynamic and felt an innate calling as a father figure within my relationships. However, blending these roles with my broader BDSM interests in a meaningful way that made sense (to me) was still a challenge.

Through a series of relationships, some with abusive submissives (yes, that does happen), I learned valuable lessons. Each encounter, though difficult, helped me refine my path and clarify the direction I wanted to take.


The Eureka Moment

In December 2019, I received a message on FetLife from a girl in Australia. You should have seen her first message to me—she was overjoyed to have found me, it was love at first sight and a dream come true. I am confident that no romantic man could have resisted her excitement to have found me in that first message.

We soon developed a long-distance relationship, though the COVID-19 pandemic kept us physically apart for years. Despite the distance, I took on my role as Master, guiding her through the chaos and challenges in her life. She had many personal struggles, but I was committed to helping her overcome them.

We often discussed my dream of establishing a household, and to my delight, she shared my enthusiasm. Around that time, I stumbled upon an article about ancient Rome, which sparked a fascination that quickly became central to our dynamic. Bit by bit, we shaped our household with a Roman theme, and I embraced my role as the Patriarch—Paterfamilias.

Once COVID-19 restrictions were lifted, we made plans to meet in person. I had secretly ordered an expensive custom-made stainless steel collar with a heart-shaped lock that had her slave name engraved in it, intending to propose when we finally met. I even bought the plane tickets to Australia. But just as quickly as our plans came together, she vanished. A week passed in silence before she resurfaced, only to tell me that she no longer needed me. According to her, I had solved the problems she needed help with, and now that they were behind her, my presence was no longer necessary.

I was devastated. Reflecting on our years together, I saw the many red flags I had ignored in the name of love. It's true what they say—love blinds you. And in her case, one of those red flags was her involvement in a tragic incident that resulted in an innocent man's death, something I should have never overlooked. A week later, she was with someone new, and I realized she had likely been unfaithful the entire time.


In My Father's Footsteps

After my break-up, I went back on the hunt, looking for the right woman to help build Domus Cornelii. But life has a way of testing you, and a few months later, I was hit with another challenge. My father was diagnosed with colon cancer.

I was forced to take over the role of Patriarch of the family in a matter of weeks. My father was heading into chemo, and nobody knew what the outcome would be. Suddenly, I was the real Paterfamilias, the one everyone looked to for leadership. I didn't have the luxury of time to prepare, but I handled it without problems.

In the span of just three intense months, my father passed away. It's something that still affects me a year after, but I still lead our family in his place with success. After His passing, I purchased the 5000 square metres estate I grew up on and began my journey towards self-sufficiency. The old house from the 1930s is slated for renovation, and while I don't plan to live here forever, I envision at least the next 10 to 20 years spent on this land. It's an ideal place to explore self-sufficiency whilst still enjoying the luxurious benefits of being near civilization.

My mother lives with me on the estate. She doesn't have anything to do with kink, but she trusts me completely and follows my lead. That's how it's supposed to be—if you consider it a turn-off that my mother still plays a small role in my life, then you don't understand the concept of a Patriarch. Historically, this is exactly how things worked. The son becomes the new leader after the father passed away, and the mother follows his lead.

My shift has focused from actively searching for a partner, to simply working towards my goals whilst also making it as easy as possible for my future partner to find me.


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