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Life Ruination Text Trigger. You will never change.

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You’ve wasted your life as a wank machine. Tributing men and binging clips. Don’t worry, this time won’t be different. Enjoy your relapse. You lurk. You relapse. You deactivate for 2 days then repeat. This endless cycle should be getting tiring but the adrenaline rush is so addictive you need more. 


Now you crave more thrill and more danger. If you’re reading this, give up. If you could beat this you would have never relapsed. Unzipping and rubbing the throbbing ache in your pants while your checkings is wiped feels right. Your defeated cock is too weak to say no to and too limp to say yes to normal sex. Poor bitch, your life is over. The wasted kids liquidated on your stomach is a reminder that findom has warped you into a fist fucking loser cash machine. I'm not the reason you biologically imbalanced freaks chase an irrational high of masochism. Whatever happened in your childhood is responsible for that. I'm just here to reap the financial benefits of all the bullying, abuse, and neglect you went through. 


Morals have no place in Findom. I will break hearts, tear apart families, f***e poverty, interrupt income and just laugh at your damaged past. Your problem, My profit. I'm not here for negotiations or therapy. I'm simply here to take advantage of an easy situation. "Never again”. You've repeated it so many times it's lost all meaning. It must be painful, being so stupid. Lying to yourself over and over. Your only real option is simple, admit your defeat and watch as I pick apart your life's work.


You don't get out. You never get to quit. You only get to hate yourself more as I personally oversee your demise. Don't forget to keep stroking, those few minutes of fleeting bliss are the only escape you get from this nightmare. Your only reward for sending is the feeling of nothingness and being forgotten. Five seconds of pleasure when you flush your beta spunk away. Then you're just left with a lifetime of poverty and regret. You're still gonna send because you're an addict. You’re just another disposable brain dead failure. Scamming you while you goon your brains out as your wallet gets lighter. After I’ve milked you dry, you will shoot out your load to a block screen. Another babycock loser will just replace you instantly. No one cares about your existence. You are a nobody, a stroke puppet, jerking in a dark room to strangers. Nobody is ever going to look at you so just get use to sexual frustration and loneliness. Hurry into my DMs with that pumped up jizzdick to get your handsex sessions pumping hard. Squirt your nutgunk out in defeat. I will drain everything, bankrupt you then just block you. Starve your family just for a quick fap session with me.


Financial Master Programming Wank Machines.

How many times have you felt a shower of regret in post nut clarity and told yourself never again? It's a shame that no one has ever successfully quit findom. The damage is irreversible. Let the tingle turn into a throbbing ache in your gooey pindick. Present yourself for the slaughter.


You send within budget, then are pushed beyond your self imposed limit, you think to yourself "shit, this is ruining me, I will quit now". Realizing you get off on being ruined, you hate yourself more, you stroke, you forget and repeat the cycle. My cold, cruel words soothe your aching defective limp fuckpole. Dribbling nutgunk out of your second brain while I end your sex life and cement your fate. Your best orgasms don't come cheap anymore. No life. Lonely. Addict loser locked away, pumping away financial stability. Edging closer to losing all free will. A mindless cash dispenser oozing out cash. Brainwashed and seduced into losing your life to Findom. Wrap your fingers around your pathetic cock and sign over your life to me with every pump. Every ounce of self-control has slowly been drained away in all that beta goo your maggot has been oozing out. You tried your best to fight it. You lost. Fall in love with ruining yourself. It won't be long before regret turns into arousal. Then there's no escape. The closer you get to succeeding the more you want to fuck yourself over. It makes me so happy to know that I'm causing permanent damage to your sorry lives. 


I'm not here to build relationships with the dregs of society. Only to stomp on your finances and throw you away. I promise to forget all about your existence after I'm done leaving long-lasting, irreversible effects on your sorry life. Some masters like to encourage their subs to better themselves but I'm not so deluded. I know you'll never amount to anything. Can you blame me when all these pathetic failures throw themselves in front of me and beg for torture and misery?


Ugly faggot trany part 2

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"    

On the term "Faggot"...

It's often the case, those who are naïve about how and why communities like ours, often use terminology that to them is inflammatory or has negative connotations in everyday society.

Any gay man who may have been bullied to a lesser or greater degree at school will tell you the term "faggot" is used in schools, and will have been called that now and then in the past - regardless if they were "out" at school or not,.

It often gets used to demean anyone who "doesn't fit-in" so viewed by the majority as weaker, geeky, nerdy, gimpish, or just inferior in that context.

But what about this context? (of a findom community)

The first group of people who question the use of "Fagot" (for obvious reasons) tend to be gay men. Society has come a long way, but some words are still used in a way that is upsetting for the people who are the targets. It is understandable many terms are going to get people's backs up, but with change comes evolution and progress.

I have always used the term "Queer" to describe myself, it also means unusual, quirky, singular or different. It is an adjective, not historically a noun. That's a choice others have criticised, as it's been used to insult them in their own lives, and I respect that. 


As a gay man myself, openly gay and not ashamed of it to say it .and stand by my choice to use it in my own interpretation of the term, and aim to educate others about it's re-appropriation..  

I've had fights over my sexual identity and others have died in our names to defend our entire existence, sadly many still do.

Back to education... it needs to be written down somewhere- because at some point we'll need to explain the circumstances of this social metamorphism of word-play and linguistic repurposing, From detriment to empowerment.


So, on Faggot!...

"Faggot" is a term (Similar to "Queer", "Dyke" or "Nigger") once used by those who hated us to denigrate us all, reclaimed by some within the LGBT community as a term self-defining submissive use to identify as.

Fags and Faggots of the world, we salute you!

First sight of ugly faggot trany

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 drink 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$ 

MASTER DIESEL Introduction

The weather is dull, my house has never been so clean or organised and another Monday in Lockdown, so I thought I would be productive and do an introduction to myself on Owned Fags. So, let’s start how would I describe myself in a few words? Well an Old Guard Leather Master, Dominant, strict but fair, Confident in knowing who I am and what I want and expect in every aspect of MY life. I have always been into wearing leather from being a teenager. Financial Domination started for me at school being in a gang of lads picking out the weak loners and cornering them and emptying their pockets and enjoying spending their money at the corner shop. I have always worked and have a long successful career, so be clear findom is not about making quick cash or easy money! I have been draining and using fags for over 20 years. I enjoy the control, obedience and getting inside fags and slaves heads and getting them onto the path of service to work hard, to earn good money, to then hand it over to ME, giving them satisfaction, fulfilment and purpose to want to do it all over again knowing you are pleasing ME. Getting that cash large or small is as horny as fuck to me watching the figure going up and spending MY money on what I want when I want.

As part of this domination is a huge part of this for me, Boot worship soles treads, heal shaft the whole boot fags, Leather worship, Oral pleasure ready for a deep throat fucking love to hear a fag gagging on my pierced thick cock, Ash use fags with open mouths ready to take my thick hot ash is not a choice is a requirement if any fags are near me while smoking MY gars, smoke abuse nothing better than seeing a fag in my gas mask in tight bondage, fuelling the fags lungs with MY thick heavy gar smoke from MY 8x80 Asylums through the gas mask tube, strict Corporal Punishment for MY pleasure not just when a fag disobeys or disrespectful, Domestic service why should I clean MY house when I can get a fag to do such mundane tasks in life. Poppering a fag slave up makes them weaker to be used and drained for MY gain and pleasure.

So, Fags PM me or approach me in the chat room and let’s show you your rightful place in life.

MASTER DIESEL

Humiliating Faggots
I've been on this site for a while, but I haven't been very active. There are a LOT of faggots who just enjoy being bastardized and humiliated. They seek being treated like shit, taken advantage of and stepped on. These faggots know who they are, if you get hard just reading this blog.


I had the opportunity to train a number of faggots. Usually they start off and then they cry that it's too hard! But each and every time I let one go, they come crying back to me, begging to give them another chance. I love this. Faggots live to be humiliated. But my rule is, if you leave, the return will be three times harder. So, while my other slaves, are tributing 100 tips, they will be tributing 300. Or if my slaves have to drink their own piss, the punk ass faggot has to drink his piss and two other's piss at the same time. If I'm being honest, I prefer that a slave leave and come back, because those are the slaves that will go through hell and high water to prove themselves and please me. But I have had very good slaves who have stayed with me for the long run.


Currently I have a slave who is training his pussyhole for me. He is doing it online, as he is in America and I am in France. But he sends me pictures and videos of himself beating his pussy up, just to please me. I like coming up with the harshest, most degrading things for slaves to do to go even further into their slavedom. I am a part of a number of forums and chatrooms where Masters throw around suggestions to dehumanize their fags, this is my biggest turn on. If a fag wants to really please me, he needs to become an IT. 


Hit me up if you are a fag looking to serve. I also have a kik slave group. It is only for slaves who can take humiliating videos and pics of themselves. I play fag bingo and the like, to see who is the most depraved. Man, my dick gets hard just thinking about those fags. I also have a twitter which I will share soon on my profile.

Master is Here
Hello,


I'm new to this site, but not to domination. I'm young, strong, and am willing to give strong and consistent Mastery to those who can show themselves worthy. Of course, none of you slave fags will ever come close to deserving me. But, I am a consistent Master with selective taste. If you know how to be a proper slave and worship me, I might consider you. If you are new, but can entertain me and are willing to learn, I might consider allowing you into my Stable.


Stable privilege include bespoke humiliation, individual attention and domination, and occasional access to view my body and sexuality, for the very best of the class. 


You need to be ready to surrender. You need to know your place. 


If you think you could serve, message me.


- Night Prince

Faggot's daily reminder

Its Masters deserve humility.

Its Masters deserve devotion.

Its Masters deserve worship.

Its Masters deserve obedience.

Its Masters deserve tributes.

Its Masters deserve pleasure.

Its Masters deserve the best.

Its Masters own the rubber gimp.


Faggot repeats this mantra every morning when it wakes up and every evening before going to bed. It says the mantra out loud fine times in a row.

An introduction - The Natural Order of Things

Well, what to say? New to the site (this time around, at least) but old to the game. Contrary to what this site's definition of "straight" seems to be -honestly, some of you make me laugh- as the name suggests, I am 100% straight. So if you're looking for a role-playing closet faggot to cater to your straight domination fantasy, don't waste my time. I was born a natural alpha male and have a typical alpha male personality. I do things my way or not at all, I won't be talked down to by anyone, and if I seem as though I think I'm better than you, it's because I am. My dominance naturally extends to the bedroom, but unfortunately for you faggots your luck doesn't extend that far.


Though I'm in this game primarily for the financial benefits, it does feel very right to me on a base level. There's a very real satisfaction to be had from assuming my place in the natural hierarchy and exploiting those beneath me. Likewise there's pleasure to be had in seeing a lower being put effort into pleasing its superior. Nothing gives me more pleasure than an obedient pig knowing its place and draining its account for me merely for the privilege of grabbing a real man's attention. The thrill is not sexual, it's primal. I say pig and not man because, for you submissive nancy boys reading this: make no mistake, you are not men. A man takes what he wants, a pig exists to feed real men with the fat from its back until it outlives its usefulness. 


Looking for faggots who respect this natural hierarchy. Faggots who understand that their place is on their knees at the feet of a real man, putting their b***d, sweat and tears into his pleasures, and their lives in his capable hands. Ideally, I like to devote my time to a select few and build real master/slave relationships that can be nurtured and capitalised on. I want your wallet, but your obedience and devotion are equally important. Short term works too, it's always worth a laugh, but the more devoted a slave proves itself to be the more time and energy I will spend on it. Golden rule: don't waste my time and I won't waste yours.



Just a nod to the Masters on here. Don't think I lump everyone into the category of, "role-playing closet faggot." Many are, but there are some sound cats about that I have genuine respect for. Keep doing what you're doing, lads. I'll keep an ale cold for you in Valhalla.