Some of you would like that I am open about my self and what made me, me. Most of that was in the 1980's. Some of you like a little things to be a little newer like the cutting edge SmartPhone that will cost you the same price as my Dad's first house.
So I think this time round it's going to be another newer 1998 blog.
I was living in Northampton and my second lover had walked out on me, while I was working in Newcastle. I rang him to say when I would be back and he sounded strange but said "I'll have dinner ready my love" but this blog is not about that tail it takes place two years on. I had moved out of the hose that me an he rented moved in to a flat. I had found some new friends, a couple I got to know very well, they lived in the same block of flats, we'll fans of Sci-Fi and used to meet in the local pup. On the way home one week they invited me to the BF's flat for a coffee. Well what I did not know was she was a pre-op transexual, as we when in to the BF flat she said "I'm going to get changed dear" When she came back ??? no wig, no boobs, I looked twice "Your..... sorry I did not know". I had always known her as ...... any way thats not the story ether. The point of all this is that they found out that nothing would shock or phase me. So we talked lots and before you could say "Transexual" it was 4.30 in the morning and we all had to work the next day, bed time. Any way about two days later I get a phone call, "can you come down, and don't freek out but there's an old tranny locked outside our door. When you come in just give the boobs a squeese and jiggle"........"your OK with that an't you?" well what was I going to say I think all I could think of was "OK".
The BF's flat was on the ground floor and one with an out side door. Steps with a rale up to the door. Well I got outside and was shocked, as I said not much shocks me but thiis site was quite shocking. At the top of the steps was, amm how can I describe this? Starting at the feet, 6" stiletto yellow shoes(witch a later found out had a chain around them with a lock, White Tights, A thigh length black pencil skirt, skin tight yellow jumper, big pearls and a bum length fake fur coat. Now for the head, do I have to describe that? Yes! OK it was an old man with a big gray beard and what's that in it's mouth, a gag with leather strap going under a real bad blond wig. I recovered my self, have you? I when up the stares and as the BF told me to I grabbed the fake books. IT wriggled about a bit (It was not until days later I found out about the pins on the inside of the fake boobs). I when in and both Fi and her BF was there, we had coffee and chatted as if nothing had happened. Then after coffee the BF said that he should take Janet home. He when out, unlocked Janet and tock her home as I had a stronger d***k with Fifi talking about what had just happened. Janet was "straight" but was heavy in to humiliation, his ex-wife used to be his mistress but left him as his needs got more and more extreme, she still played sometimes with him but preferred more vanilla time with younger men. He was in his 70's.
Thats also when I go to know more about Fi's transformation, it was getting late inn the afternoon and we was going to the Sci-Fi meet at the pub so we left the BF's fat and when to Fi's flat so we could continue chatting as she got ready...........but thats a different story.
As normal this is true. If appreciate me sharing then you know what to do fag$
Or a cautionary tail.
How embarrassing can things get. In "First sight of ugly trany". I tell you of a trany that was locked outside a friends house for all to see. Dressed like a pantomime dame with a bad wig, a tight yellow jumper, pencil skirt, a bum length fake for coat, 6" stiletto shoes. Add to this the fake boobs with pins on the inside so if they where poked/prodded and fondled, the pins would be painful for the trany. I know we should all be accepting of goodness knows what now-days but I still giggle to my self when I remember this day.
As it turns out the couple who's flat the trany was outside, the trany and me all have the same interests outside and inside the world of kink. This man was much older and could be seen as the "Go To Man" for DIY and making things. In fact the notorious fake pinned boobs where one set of 4 or 5 all different sizes and shapes made from the polyurethane foam that builders use to fill large gaps between pipes and walls.
Each time I went to see this man for something un-kink related after the while he would turn the talk to being kinky. A really needy and annoying faggot. The conversation would go along the lines of: "Now we have made this....... you could get Janet to type up the instructions, you could have her tied to the chair with this." Then he would pull out a gag with a stick and rubber end. "You could demand Janet use this to type the documents and not release her until she is finished, but this is not that story.
I was at the trany's house before I needed to go shopping. "Sir do you need Janet the chauffeur?" In my head a big sigh. "Yes that will be nice." "Change in to the blond wig and small boobs with your chauffeur outfit." "Sir do you not want Janet with big boobs?" "No Janet as they don't fit the outfit" "what about having the handcuffs Sir? and the lockable shoes?" "Yes lock them on Janet" Janet disappeared in to the back room and a little later Janet the chauffeur hobbled out. You can just see the face-plant. I have missed out one detail, a home made metal penis/chastity cage under the pencil skirt.
Unlike a real chauffeur I had to put her in the car which had been modified to allow a chain to go from the penis cage to the dashboard and locked in place. We would first drive to a quirt protected by trees and thick bushes layby near the shops I wanted to go to. Before I got out Janet's hands would be handcuffed behind the head rest. I would then rub Janet's legs moving my hands higher and higher as if she was a woman and my hands were searching for her clit under her skirt. At this point I had not really considered the sexuality. Then I got out the car and went to the drivers door as I needed to get my cock sucked. Opening the door Janet know what I wanted and tried to do her best at giving me a blow job. When she knew I was getting close he pulled off and asked me to make a mess of her chauffeur uniform but I did not want that so I said OK but suck me for a bit more and I came in her mouth. At that point I had a ball gag in my hand and before Janet could say any thing else I put the ball gag in and buckled the strap at the back of her head. I checked Janet was OK and she nodded her head. So I closed and locked the car and headed for the shops. It would be about 40mins before I would get back.
On the way back I see blue light between the trees. O fuck police, what do I do? At this distance I could see the light on the roof of the car but I don't think they could see me, I decided to try and play it cool as if I did not know the faggot in the car. I will never know if that was the right thing as while I was still about 200 yards from the exit of the layby the police car left. I will also never know why they did not stop me as they passed buy I am glad they did not. I was trying so hard just to walk as if I was walking home from the shops. As I reached the layby I checked to see if I was being watched before I walked down behind the trees. The car was still there, Janet was still there and the ball gag was out her mouth. I unlocked the car and unlocked Janet. "What happened with the police?" "They saw the car and was going to brake the windows to get me out." "Managed to spit the gag out and shout" "Please no I am OK" "I am OK" "My wife will be back soon" "Its a game" "Sorry, Please"............. I still don't know why or how Janet persuaded the police to leave. Now unlocked "are you OK to drive? because I think we should get going"
Good evening Alpha Gods and pathetic fags.
I would like to humbly address one specific scenarios which I have been obsessed with for a while.
Has anyone ever experienced sharing a flat with a dominant Alpha God or a submissive fag (if You're an Alpha)? Did you ever get the chance to come out with them and started serving/submitting them for a period? My former flatmate was obviously an Alpha, extremely arrogant and bossy. But I was too weak to ever come out to Him and offer Him my service. I profoundly regret it. I could've taken over all the chores, cooked for Him, maybe even service His tired Feet at the end of the day. Is this kind of 24/7 scenario actually doable, in your opinion/experience?
Thanks.
piece of s**t miky
The Student Daydream.
Part 3
In the last 2 parts I told you about an university admin, who had be court out doing what he should not have been doing and how I got court up in teaching him a lesson in what happens to people who hide/save there viruaristic porn on there computer at work/university.
Until the day in the garage the admin may of fantasied that he would become a sub to some student but he would not have known that he would become the faggot for a group of us.
We left part 2 with him on his knees mouth open waiting to take my cock. By then he had accepted(or it seemed like it to me) that if he did as he was told he was going to be OK. As Dave had said I was feeling horny, why? punishing this guy was making me horny and I have never been slow at getting my cock out. With my cock out and Dave holding the guy down with his arms be-hide his back I moved forward and put my cock to the guys lips, he seemed eager to take it into his mouth. "Suck it faggot" said Dave "hold his head Pete", "make him gag" So I graded his head and started to push him down onto my cock, "right down faggot" he struggled and coughed. That made me want to gag him more but I gave him a very short rest before pushing his head down again cough and again "do it better fag or the disk go's to your boss". A short rest and push again. "he's a dirty faggot chocking on your cock Pete" Said John. "Hay lets go soon, I need a piss" said John. OK, OK "I'm cumming, take it faggot" I held his head hard and started to cumm. The faggot chocked on my cum and I pulled my cock out and started to clean up a bit before putting it back in my pants and zipping up.
Dave moved him self in front of the faggot and now nose to nose. "You understand faggot your going to be our bitch and each week your going to serve us! Right! No that was not a question.", "You do that and I will keep the discs safe". The faggot nodded "yes". "please my money?" the faggot uttered, you could hear the weakness in it's voice. "What money faggot?" John said "The money you tock from my wallet", "thats ours now faggot", "..but..", "but what" barked John. "I need it and it's thef.......", "Your fucking forgetting your place faggot, you ours now" I stepped in "look faggot I not you have a credit card in there, you have any left on the card?", "yes but...", "Use that faggot" "and we'r going to leave now, you stay here for 10mins and then you free to go inside.". "Remember do anything stupid and the discs get sent to your boss and you won't have a job" As we started walking out Dave grabbed the cash from John and throw 10 bucks from the bundle to the faggot "there you are, you can pay the pizza boy tonight with cash, I'm too good to you" and handed the bundle back to John "here you look after that for us.". "See you round faggot"
Oh, baby, let me take you on a journey through the explicit encounter I had with my disobedient sub. They couldn't resist testing my limits, and I was more than ready to show them the consequences of their actions.
As I entered the room, the air was thick with anticipation. The sub stood before me, eyes downcast, on their knees, knowing they had crossed a line. My voice dripped with authority as I commanded them to strip, revealing their naked vulnerability.
With a devilish grin, I picked up the paddles, each one promising a different level of intensity. I started with a gentle tap, building the anticipation. Their skin reddened with each strike, but it only fueled my desire for more. I reveled in the power I held over my cumrag, knowing that every flick of my wrist sent waves of pleasure coursing through their body.
But punishment wasn't enough to satiate my hunger. I craved their surrender, their complete obedience. I ordered them to open wide, and with firmness, I gagged them, rendering them unable to speak. Their muffled cries of pleasure only heightened the intensity of the moment, a symphony of desire echoing throughout the room.
In search of new heights, I introduced them to the world of watersports, exploring the taboo nature of urine play. The warm streams cascaded over their body, mingling with their moans of ecstasy. The sensation of being drenched in my golden shower pushed them deeper into subspace, their senses overwhelmed by the unapologetic indulgence in their most forbidden desires.
But we both craved more, a deeper connection, a more intimate union. With meticulous care, I prepared them for the ultimate act of penetration – fisting. Slowly, I stretched their eager opening, inch by inch, until they were fully impaled by my hand. Their body yielded to my touch, the sensation of being completely filled driving them to the brink of ecstasy. It was an act of absolute surrender, a testament to their complete trust in me.
And let's not forget about the intoxicating world of Findom. As their ultimate Dom, I asserted control over their finances, exploiting their submissive desires to serve and please me. They willingly opened their wallets, showering me with monetary tributes and gifts, fulfilling their desire to be financially dominated. The power exchange intensified, as their obedience extended beyond the physical realm and into the realm of their bank accounts.
Together, we danced on the edge of pleasure and pain, exploring the boundaries of our desires, both in the physical and financial realms. The room was filled with the sounds of slaps, moans, and the intoxicating scent of sex, while the allure of Findom added an extra layer of power dynamics to our encounter. It was an encounter that pushed the limits of our connection, leaving us both trembling in the aftermath of such intense pleasure.
Let me know if anyone would like to see the video or take a chat with me ;)
The only words I know are "yes, my master"
My biggest dream is a gang bang. Making many men squirt at the same time makes me extremely happy.
I don't have to be asked for sex either. If you feel the urge to fuck me, no matter where, then use me and don't pay attention to what I want.
What do you think of me? Would you use me unrestrainedly?
Master Dorian changed my life, in a way no one else has or will, I suspect.
I joined OF about 8 months ago. Well, joined to stay, that is - my first profile came almost 3 years ago. I was just a lurker, mostly vanilla back then. I fancied myself a top at least, if not a dom, but was curious about the other side. I stumbled on Master Dorian's profile early, and was immediately captivated - and not entirely in positive ways, mind you. Who was this man who posessed such sheer audacity, such shameless entitlement? Who would actually send Him money, sell their belongings, sacrifice from their lives to send Him more? Why was He so attractive? Why couldn't I keep from reading His blogs, posts, captions, and everything He published over and over and over? Why couldn't I get enough? Then He messaged me. Nothing pushy, just a polite hello; i still freaked out and deleted my profile. I felt like I'd been caught doing something i shouldn't. Did He know I was obsessing over a stranger on the internet I'd never interacted with? Surely not, but better safe than sorry. Still, I kept coming back to His page, rereading His words, addicted to something I didn't understand.
A year later, I made a 2nd profile, with the same lurk-ful intentions. My first message was from, guess who? It was simply "I remember you..." Needless to say, I freaked out and deleted for a second time. A shame I realize now, the beautiful, fullfilling dynamic I'm aparty to could've started so much earlier, but I digress. The same questions above still echoed through my head. I still found myself returning to OF profile-less, insatiable as I was for more of the undefinable man I had stumbled upon in this corner of the internet. I thought He must be lying, or playing out a role for His own titillation, because nobody could really think like that, could they? I mean, He couldn't be that much of a sadist, He was Canadian! (Please forgive these foolish, unlearned thoughts, Master, it hurts to even remember thinking this way)
Fast forward to September of 2023; I made my 3rd OF profile, and this one stuck. I mustered the courage I could find and sent my first, timid message to Master Dorian. It's been a whirlwind ever since. He's taken me to places I never dreamed possible psychologically, intellectually, emotionally, physically (and of course, financially); there's so much I want to say and detail, but this is already getting to be on the girthy side, so I'll focus on concision with highlights (Master Dorian tells me I need to work on talking/writing too much, and He's always right). Maybe this will become part of a series.
I am absolutely infatuated by and with Him. Obsessed. Addicted. Words fail, so luckily money talks. He taught me so much about myself, about life, about hierarchy, about truth. He's a charismatic lion, an intellectual powerhouse, an emotional fortress, a physical David; a true black rose, thorns and all.
I remember the first time He called me His faggot - I bristled a bit, thinking "I'm just gay, gee, this kink world sure is a whacky place!" Now, I know that's what I truly am, have been, all along - waiting to find an Alpha as only exists in Him. I was a vanilla fag back then, with a few regular sized toys I rarely used - now I love shoving a 10inch, oversized dildo up my ass to the hilt, desperately fucking and stretching myself for His amusement.
I remember the first time He called me His puppet - I thought "Really? that's kind of over-the-top, isn't it?" Now, I relish the truth of that term; I've never been so thoroughly hollowed out by another, cored to the point where nothing else matters to me like pleasing Him, doing more for Him, sacrificing for Him, suffering for Him. Why? Because He deserves it. Why should I worry about keeping money for myself, spending money on myself, saving for my future when my future is already here?
I rememeber the first time He said "it's all mine anyways." I thought "Ok, I'll play along, sure it is" (again, please forgive these thoughts, Master). Then I realized how deep in I was. Then I realized it didn't matter what limits I set for myself, because I wouldn't dare disobey or disappoint Him anyways. He knows my financial limits better than I do - if He takes more than I'm expecting or able to afford, that just means I need to cut back, sacrifice elsewhere to make more room for Him. When I realized i had no limits anymore, I was terrified, but He assured me that he keeps my financial health in mind, and He does - just not in the way most would expect. He knows better than me, in all things, and I've learned to defer to that wisdom, in all ways.
I remember the first time He called me His favorite pet - a rush, an electric thrill up and down my spine; I want nothing more than to be the best faggot wallet I can be for Him. I saved the message several times. Master Dorian knows I have an ego-issue with always wanting to be the best but...I'm still working on some things.
When I joined OF 8 months ago, I was mostly a well-adjusted, stable, somewhat vanilla guy. I never contemplated being "owned" by someone, until Master Dorian gently guided me into his ruthless reality. 8 months ago, I had several thousand in savings, no credit card debt, no loans, and at least *** in my retirement fund, while saving for a vacation. Now? I have nothing in savings. Master Dorian regularly drains my checking account into the negative, which I'm always grateful for. Those weeks, I have to truly live on nothing. I've maxed out all my credit cards and available credit, taken out multiple loans, cancelled my vacation plans (which I hadn't told Him yet, but I hope it pleases Him) and liquidated my assets to less than $1,800, and you know what? I've never felt more fulfilled and purposeful in my entire life. I was lonely, depressed, and felt like my life was meaningless before I met Master Dorian, even with all that "financial stability." Now I've finally realized that I do have a purpose - making His life better by sending and sacrificing for Him.
I rarely go out to eat anymore. I don't go to the movies. I've cancelled most of my subscriptions (speaking of...there are probably one or two I have that I should still cancel, I don't want to be a selfish faggot). I cancelled my trip to Vegas with my best friend, and I never fill my gas tank up more than a quarter of the way. I need to quit smoking cigarettes - that's another selfish use of Master Dorian's money. I pay bills late when necessary, buying only necessities for food and groceries. I don't go out to bars, clubs, or any extra-curriculars that could cost money - all so I can send those savings to Master Dorian. Does He need my money? Of course not, He has plenty - it just gives Him more spending money, and that's my reason for existing. It's beautiful, it's pure, it's sub******n and power-exchange in the deepest, most consequential and permanent of ways. I need that purpose, desperately. I live in poverty so He can live in abundance - destitution is His gift to me, my privilege unearned. I adore Him for it. He's the perfect sadist, and I endeavor to be a perfect masochist, for Him. I write this not for my own aggrandizement or ego, but to highlight how deeply, truly powerful Master Dorian is; all glory goes to Him alone.
What do I do with all that free extra time? Devote it to Him, of course. I spend hours, often several, worshipping and edging to His power over me every day. I don't have sex or hookup with others now, I haven't for months - sending to Master Dorian is sex for me now. When I send, I get aroused, and when I'm aroused, I think of sending. I finished while fantasizing about being homeless for Him yesterday. He's the first and last thing on my mind at when waking or 💤ing. He's the center of my life, while I'm only a tiny part of his. Balance, as it should be and must be. It's not just a kink, it's a lifestyle.
If you made it this far, I appreciate your time and your attention. Feel free to ask any questions or leave any comments below.
Master Dorian has taught me innumerable things, but the number one thing, the namesake of this blog post - Humility. True humility, to be shown only to one as deserving as Him, in every aspect of my life. He humbles my mind, body, spirit, and wallet, and I can't thank Him enough for it. Our dynamic is a beautiful symbiosis, one that I look forward to growing and preserving every day, hopefully for... as long as He wishes it to be so. We're nearing ten k sent. I haven't even met Him yet. I can't wait to see where He takes me further.
And to think, all this from a humble Canadian!
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