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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

A Blast in the Park

I have a short but very enjoyable walk in the woods in "A Blast in the Park".


http://leatherfetishfox.blogspot.com/2017/11/a-blast-in-park.html 

Rubber Puppy Love

A generous puppy comes down from the city in "Rubber Puppy Love"


http://leatherfetishfox.blogspot.com/2017/11/rubber-puppy-love.html


Slave Potential

Met a guy and he had some serious 

 

"Slave Potential"! 

 

http://leatherfetishfox.blogspot.com/2017/07/slave-potential.html

Teddy Bear Interrupted
The Leather Fox meets a Teddy Bear at Califur 2016 in "Teddy Bear Interrupted"

http://leatherfetishfox.blogspot.com/2016/09/teddy-bear-interrupted.html
My Mess Masseur
A kind gentleman offers me a night of relief from my stressful travel in "My Mess Masseur"!

http://leatherfetishfox.blogspot.com/2016/09/my-mess-masseur.html


"Corrupting the Youth"
I do so love my virgin boy toys. 

http://leatherfetishfox.blogspot.com/2016/05/corrupting-youth.html?zx=bd94ff0a4561fd1d
A Sloppy Intro to Messy Play
I just love introducing new boys to the world of Wet-n-Messy or Gunge play.  It's such a fucking hot time.


http://leatherfetishfox.blogspot.com/2016/04/a-sloppy-intro-to-messy-play.html

"Just a Walk in the Park"
Yeah, yeah, long time since the last blog, life gets in my way more often these days.

Some fun from a trip I took up North last year with...

"Just a Walk in the Park"

http://leatherfetishfox.blogspot.com/2016/02/just-walk-in-park.html
My Relationship With A Submissive.

I was in a relationship with a sub which continued on for over a year. I degraded and emasculated him on a daily basis. I wasn't happy in the relationship, but it was as if the nastier I was to him, the more he loved me; and the more he loved me, the more I needed him. Before I knew it, I was stuck. This man was so desperate for me, loved me so much, and would do anything for me. Never was I going to find someone in a relationship like this again. 

Of course, what we were feeling wasn't really love. It was our insecurities playing out in the most fucked-up, counterproductive way. He didn't love himself, and thought an asshole of a boyfriend like me is what he deserved. I, for the first time in my life, felt like I was in total control, and I couldn't let it go, no matter how much I didn't respect him, no matter that I didn't even like him.

That’s my Google-based diagnosis.

Physically Daryl was tall, toned, not quite handsome, but overall a passable good looking guy. We had passed each other within the same social circle and  one night out he had given me his number. I didn't know about his fetish at the time nor did I plan on ever calling him. He was the opposite of my usual type. Clean Shaven, manicured nails, perfect tan. The authenticity of his nose was questionable. A good country boy from Armagh, soft spoken, well mannered. He didn't command anything over me which is something I usually needed in a man. I have never been attracted to men who are nothing but hyper masculine. Things like body hair, mismatching clothes, and messy table manner are on the plus. This new breed of men with their botox faces and tinted hair, did nothing for me. 

Weeks went by, and he was still texting me. My phone went off one day I looked down. It was Daryl. Again. I opened the message, thinking about what a pain in my ass he was, and not the good kind.

“Do you like stomping on a guy?”

The message caught me off guard.This guy was finally starting to interest me. I would never have guessed he was the type. I had always been fascinated with the fetish world but had never enacted upon my urges. So here was my chance.

“That's cool :)”

“Send me your address. I'm coming over tonight to abuse you. You better be ready. If you shit on my cock I'm leaving.”

It was a date.

That first night with Daryl, I went on a power trip. 

“You stupid fag, you’re so pathetic, aren't you? That’s why you couldn't stop texting me. You had to beg for me to come to stomp on your ass just so you could see me.”

(I stole this speech from Henati/Gay demon porn that I watched on a daily basis at the time)

It was a rush. 

Shortly after we started dating, I found out that Daryl's fetish was no secret. People confronted me on almost every night out about our bedroom activities.

“Is it always dildos, or do you ever use vegetables?”

“Does he wear your underwear?”

“Do you ever make him lick your boots clean?”

“You’re so close-minded,” I would tell people. People could be so dumb. In this day and age, you would think they could see past boxed, constrained labels. As little respect I had for Daryl then, I always defended him in this department. When it came to this issue, we were on the same team. It was more a matter of principle than anything. People needed to be educated.  I had a boyfriend who was basically my slave. In the time we were together, I never paid for anything, or cooked for myself once. This was heaven. So what if other people judged our relationship? It was a small price to pay.

Eventually though things ended on a sour note. I ultimately outgrew him. In the beginning it was liberating. It was like the carnival in town with the biggest collection of freaks you never knew existed. A whole new world to explore. This was how I got my first glimpse into the fetish world.