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tentative return
Posted by weakfagunderMen

This faggot has been gone from the site for a while, and hopes to do well on its return. Respect, Humility and Service will be its bywords. it will make each tribute thoughtfully and with its heart. it began earlier tonight, and it is grateful for the opportunities. Like many these days, it has less means than it had, but it pledges to sacrifice and give within those means, Sirs.

Thank You all for reading, Sirs. Fellow fags, keep your faith. 

Your fat master
Posted by Fatdom4subpig

It’s becoming glaringly obvious to me that most of the masters here are all sexy men. The kind of men you want to bend over for and beg them to fuck you until you can no longer walk. Admittedly, I have the same reaction to many of these men. At least one in particular (no name dropping here). So it must be a little shocking for many of you (and exciting to some) to see that a new kind of master has joined. I am a total fucking pig. I am fat and will continue to grow even bigger. I’m a lazy, arrogant, sloppy and a total gluttonous slut for cock. I’m not your typical master at all. As far as pigs go, I am god.


I fully expect resistance to my type here at first. That’s quite all right. I’m used to the bewildered stares and the gasps of horror I am known to invoke. You should, however, get to know me and learn why pork is the other white meat. I am probably one of the kinkiest fuckers you will ever meet. I judge no one for their kinks or fetishes, and I have met some truly wild and bizarre men in my day. As a master, I can be absolutely cruel and ruthless. I can be considered a true sadist who will make you regret ever wanting to be my bitch. I am also as capricious as the sea and you may yet find me very gentle and loving… if you dare to tempt me and satisfy my wallet. Who knows? Some of you may even decide you want to face the very gates of hell and feel the heat I can offer you and decide it’s where you truly belong.


I will fill out my profile in more detail at a later time, but do let this blog entry give you a very tiny glimpse into your future, should you be brave enough to beg me to own you and your money. So, come at me as you are. Bare your souls to me and I may yet devour them or grant them sweet agony and show your body true suffering, if not purely financially. A glutton does need to eat, after all. 

Norwegian Dominant Master
Posted by DoyourawOslo

Hey Fags!


A new master is in town! I am a masculine, tall, hairy man 196cm, 105kg, 7,5" uncut, bearded master looking for submissive, cheap filthy, fags ready to serve. I do both online and real life fag ownerships. I do have a steady fag cleaning my apt. every week naked for 1500,- NOK each time. He gets off paying me to clean my apt naked. 


I would love to hear from you cheap, filthy sluts. Mg me for some play, pay and action. !



Expectations of a bootlicker
Posted by Booted

I know that most scum on here are looking for on line chat, or on line ownership. And that’s absolutely fine. More than happy to take your cash. However, for the few that are able to commit to worshipping me in person i thought it would be good for you to have an idea of expectations. Without exception slaves that I meet in person will be required to worship my boots. More often than not it will be my 20 hole Rangers, but if I am feeling particularly lazy, and I have been working all day, then it may be my work boots you get to serve.  I have included pictures of both on this blog.  Either way, the process is the same. 


If it’s licking my boots it is allowed a bottle of poppers, I think this gives it the headspace to last a long time. I normally require a minimum of 30 minutes per boot. I don’t see the point in doing things quickly, if it’s come to serve me, then it does it properly. 


It starts with the outer sides, at the bottom.( The shank), works its way up to the upper, and works it’s way round to the insides where it continues with the upper and then back down to the shank. it doesn’t touch the toecap with its tongue. (It bulls those fuckers with a cotton cloth and polish later). It applies pressure with its tongue throughout, I need to feel it through the boots or there is simply no point. It applies greater pressure with its tongue when it reaches the balls on the side of my feet, and once I am satisfied that the outer and inner sides are sufficiently massaged I may give permission for it to lick the footbed and then the collar around the top of the boot. It’s positioning while worshipping My boots is quite important. I need to see deference, but the slave needs to be able to do the jon properly. This isn’t about humiliation, this is a gift from ME.  it’s hands remain on the floor, and don’t touch the boots, positioned shoulder with apart. knees and toes on the floor, spread as far as it can spread, and it’s arse in the present position. I am not interested in having my soles cleaned by the slave, but if it’s important to the slave I can make an exception. 

For this Master boot worshiping should not be a degrading experience for the slave, it’s a reward. The slave should be proud it’s gained the privilege. There’s plenty of time to be degraded, and plenary of time to earn reward. This for my slave is an acceptance of its loyalty and an invitation from me to discover its self more than it thought it could. It’s the start. 


Let me know what you think fags. What other expectations I have. 

The Student Daydream. (Part 3)
Posted by MasterPete

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"


TM MAGUS - WHO AM I?
Posted by SimMagus

WHO AM I?

•39yo Dom Man

•Genius Level IQ

•Educated, Successful Professional

•Hypnotist – experienced in hypnotherapy and stage h******s

•Experienced owner of online and in-person slaves

•Dark Personality

•Selfish but Sane


WHAT ARE YOU?

•sub/slave

•serious about serving

•over 18

•weak willed

•easily manipulated


WHAT DO I PROVIDE?

•int0xic8ting Alpha presence

•mental domination

•hypn0s1s and brainwashing

•slave training

•give slaves satisfaction and fulfilment

•instill slaves life with meaning

•use, abuse, and objectification


WHAT DO I EXPECT?

•know you place

•deference/respect

•honesty

•full attention

•$end

CONTACT ME NOW

TM MAGUS - WHO AM I?
Posted by SimMagus

WHO AM I?

•39yo Dom Man

•Genius Level IQ

•Educated, Successful Professional

•Hypnotist – experienced in hypnotherapy and stage h******s

•Experienced owner of online and in-person slaves

•Dark Personality

•Selfish but Sane

WHAT ARE YOU?

•sub/slave

•serious about serving

•over 18

•weak willed

•easily manipulated

WHAT DO I PROVIDE?

•i**********g Alpha presence

•mental domination

•h******s and brainwashing

•slave training

•give slaves satisfaction and fulfilment

•instill slaves life with meaning

•use, abuse, and objectification

WHAT DO I EXPECT?

•know you place

•deference/respect

•honesty

•full attention

•$end

CONTACT ME NOW

The nature of the dynamic of a fagging and GodMasterArch
Posted by BCsubSlave


GodMasterArch initially reached out to me to let me know that when borders open He will be able to come and visit me in my city. i asked Him whether He was straight gay or bi. To find out that He is Straight and has a Girlfriend. Upon talking with GodMasterArch for some time i came to the realized He is a strong and powerful master. Being that He is straight i know that i will not ever have access to His cock. i know that i will only be but a play toy for Him to torment and humiliate. This humiliation and torment will be physical, mental and emotional and is what i strive for, not because i crave these things but because i see that He is a master worth serving and worshipping as the God He is. 


i eagerly wait for the day that the boarders open and i can serve Him in person and be the punching bag and receiver of insults that GodMasterArch and Mistress will undoubtedly have for me. If you are a slave or inferior of any type and you are looking for a powerful, and strong master you need not look any further, GodMasterArch is the Alpha God for you. If you have enough money He will even let you serve in His unclothed presence. As you gaze upon Him in awe you will realize that He is the Master that you need in your life. 

Two Parts: An old blog post about being attacked and how it has a...
Posted by SubOwned

Part One - The Original Blog Post


I was out with a couple of mates intending to enjoy a few whiskeys at my local hostelry after seeing a band at another bar in town. We’d just bought drinks and were taking in turns to visit the loos - unless you’re going to the lock-up to take drugs you don’t go together, it looks odd and, not that anyone is actually being homophobic but you don’t want them making suggestive jokes at your expense. Being a gay man I’m particularly sensitive to this little social rule. I avoid following other men to the toilets because I don’t want them to think I’m cruising them, I don’t want them to feel awkward. At particularly busy times this is just unavoidable but you still wouldn’t follow people you know. - I'd had just one swig of my drink and had to trek up the stairs. It was busy up there and I had to wait. Some guy was on his way out joked “You’re not the police are you?” Obviously one of his mates was in the trap taking something judging by the laughs.


“No mate, I’m a dealer.” I said with a smile. There was a little more laughter from a few of the lads.


“What have you got?” Asks the guy. He’s looking a little hyper, maybe a little d***k.”What have you got?” He quickly asked again.


“Nothing, fella. I’m joking with you.” I said as the lads who were at the urinal filed past us smiling.


“Seriously?”


“Seriously.”


The guy in the trap left leaving it free for me and my new acquaintance made to leave too. On his way past me he stopped and took off my spectacles. A little taken aback by this invasion I did noting to stop him until he was walking towards the door.


“Oi, fucking stop there.” As I followed him. He stopped but was holding my specs out of reach as if he was handing them to someone outside.


“Come on, don’t fuck around” I said, not in an aggressive way. “Come on.” He was smiling, obviously having fun.”Come on, don’t play with me, don’t toy with me” I said in the same tone, it was a request, not a threat. I’m one of the least able when it comes to a fight, despite my appearance. I’m definitely not going to use aggression or intimidate. Besides this wasn’t anything more than a young lad, a bit d***k, playing with the old guy. “Come on.” I said again as I managed to reach and grab hold of my specs. “Thank you.”


I turned and took the two steps towards the trap and went to open the door. He was right behind me. “What?” I asked.


“Come on.” He invited as his fist met my face. I wasn’t expecting that. Stunned, I wasn’t expecting the second either which was followed swiftly by the third. I had my head down in defence, trying to remember the little friends have taught me about self defence. Should I try to retaliate or wait it out. I can take a punch or two and I assumed there would only be a few more as I was practically down. Whatever his point, he’d made it. I think his arm went round my neck sort of holding me up and the punches kept coming. What little I could to to protect my face wasn’t really helping. I was in a confined space and couldn't manoeuvre. Even if I knew what I was doing and tried to pull myself up I wouldn’t be able to get a hit in. The blows kept on coming. I couldn’t count. “What do you want?” Was all I could say. What sort of question was that I thought to myself. He obviously wanted this.


“Move your hands.” He shouted. 


Like I was about to do that! This was going on longer than it should. Could you ever under any circumstance consider any length of assault as reasonable? But that’s what I was thinking. This is unreasonable, he’s taking it way too far. He did stop eventually and calmly walked out.


Forty eight hours later, I’ve been to two hospitals, undergone two minor procedures and I’m back at home. I’m battered and bruised, quite literally, but the painkillers are nice and adding a little fluff to the numbness I’m feeling. So, this is the time for reflection. I’m not going to work so there’s plenty of time to think it through, which is not necessarily a good thing. I’m plagued with the ability to over-analyse and can fill hours after any event that doesn't go my way with a string of 'what ifs' and playing conversations a different way but this isn’t happening. This time I’ve accepted what happened and I’m not trying to find a way out of something that can’t be changed. It definitely can’t have been planned, he grabbed the opportunity. Maybe he thought he could get away with it, after all there were no witnesses. I doubt the police will do anything they never seem to. I’ve seen the CCTV footage though. There’s noting covering the toilets and stairs but he’s there in the bar, definitely him. You can clearly see him showing his knuckles to a friend before grabbing his jacket and heading out. The bar staff have identified him as a polite regular. I don’t know him but I've seen the group he hangs out with and I’d agree that they are pleasant bunch of young lads. So I’m wondering why a regular who is considered polite and respectful by the staff, someone who comes in with a group of young men who are equally viewed as friendly and pleasant, turned in such a way. I don’t hide my sexuality but I don’t flaunt it either so everyone who drinks there probably knows. It’s a very friendly mixed bar. Trans people and cross dressers meet there regularly as does the Rope Club. But maybe that was it, although it doesn’t sit well. He didn’t say anything and you’d have thought he would if it was an assault motivated by hate, some sort of insult to go with the blows. I have no answers but I do have a name and that, I can work with.


Part Two: Today


The reason for reblogging this post and the addendum here is just my exploring how I now feel and how that might have changed or actually reinforced my sense of submission, my desires even.  


My assailant had claimed I’d made a racist comment which had angered him. No one believed me capable and they called him out for using the race card. Since then he has paid a price, albeit indirectly, for that assault. Let’s just say he picked a fight with people who knew the story. Nothing to do with me but just deserts I thought. I ran into him in a bar a little later. I recognised him instantly. Tall, fit, handsome. He approached me and after confirming my identity he apologised saying he now knows he was mistaken and that I wouldn’t have called him a "Paki". He wanted to hug me and I found myself letting him. I felt a little awkward but...  So I had an apology - not that I was in need of closure. It was all in the past as far as I was concerned.


Now, I’ve changed somewhat over the years since.  My sub side was pretty much in control by then anyway but after discovering findom - another story - and faggotry, that sub side has gone wild.  I’m attracted to strong superior men, I see myself as inferior. As a sub, if I fail to please, I expect to be punished. I wasn’t much in to impact punishment but even that seems reasonable these days.  I subscribe to the belief that fags crave and deserve use and abuse.  I’ve begun to identify as a fag rather than just sub. I do get off on being used, sexually or otherwise. I don’t mind being slapped around, in fact I like it. The idea of a superior man benefiting from my effort excites me. I want to serve a deserving superior man and that doesn’t need to be sexual at all so I can see why so many fags are attracted to straight men with no chance of reciprocation. I can readily see myself as a domestic slave. No reward, just regular work for a real man who has no interest other than getting the work done. I deserve to be used and I probably deserve the abuse too. I find myself thinking about being mugged and beaten. Even occasionally thinking about arranging it. A cashpoint meet with a young superior to a dark ally and just taking it. 


That hug lingers in my memory though. It was firm, manly. He felt strong. I’m a big guy but he felt bigger in that embrace. He smelt masculine, vaguely unwashed with a hint of spice. When I play back that moment I want to melt. I want it to be sexual. I want to be his fag. He appears in my fantasies, sometimes as the straight curious guy in the bar but more often as my totally straight master. I want to submit to him, the man who viciously beat me. He literally put me in hospital and now I see him as an entitled superior who I want to serve. A superior who deserves the money I work for. A man who I’d let beat me again. And if not him, it could be anyone else who fits the bill.

No Regrets
Posted by SubX

I was recently sent to the dungeon for sending after being told to stop tributing. In fairness, I believe the word "should" was used, but I've since learned that, in this context, "should" actually means "will". But I'm getting off topic. I didn't understand. I've been doing this for years, I knew when to stop. I had been telling Boss I was fine, I had it under control and I had no regrets. Actually I told him a couple of times I had no regrets. I was about to tell him a third, when I suddenly started questioning that. Why don't I feel any regret? Maybe regret isn't the right word. Concern? Worry? Regardless of what it is, I've always felt it. I've sent much less and felt it. And, in the past, that feeling is what I had used to control myself.  

Without it, I was actually at risk of losing control.  

It can be fun and exciting living on the edge of a cliff. 
I like knowing that i'm doing all I possibly can, and more for Boss. I think he's enjoying it too. But the beauty of living on the edge of that cliff is you can always walk back from it. It's scary, there's risk, but ultimately, as long as you're careful, It can be a very thrilling and rewarding place to live. But that lack of regret was keeping me from being careful.  

Fortunately Boss gave me a wake up call and sent me to the Dungeon.

I'm learning to control myself. I'm learning when i need to say no. And it's not easy. Fortunately, I'm not doing this alone. We're learning where the cliff's edge is together. He's taken control. I'm listening now. I know I have to take responsibility, and Im getting there. We're progressing towards further financial control, but he's also encouraging me to not be reliant and dependent on him alone for self preservation. But, in the meantime. it's so comforting knowing I'm serving the most wonderful Boss who would rather send me to the dungeon than let me throw myself off that cliff.

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