Rules of the game:
1) Go to Members->Masters and then to the very last page (>>)
2) Click on one or more Masters and like some of their photos (there is always something for everyone!)
3) Feel all warm and fuzzy inside! đ
You may prevent a Master from fading into oblivion... Here today, and without your help, disappeared tomorrow from the list of Masters.
Who knows? They may even get a notification and be tempted to log on again.
We've all heard the saying 'What doesn't k**l you makes you stronger."
The words even form part of a very popular song released in 2012.
But why is it when someone we know is going through a rough time we seem to instinctively fall back on this 19th Century German saying?
The Original âAus der Kriegsschule des Lebens. Was mich nicht umbringt, mach mich stĂ€rkerâ
(Out of the School of War of Life, What does not k**l me, makes me stronger)
While being a positive affirmation that many need to tell themselves from time to time. When going through that rough patch, when its all they hear from everyone around them it becomes increasingly annoying to the point friendships fall apart which just prolongs the agony
In Findom from time to time it becomes easy to forget that real people exist behind the online persona's and each have things affecting us daily. Some are so big they make international news, others slightly smaller and on a local level.
But for most of us we do not let on we are going through problems, either because we're struggling to come to terms with the issue and what it means or we just feel so overwhelmed by it we don't know who to turn to or even how to begin to seek support, often defaulting to that fake everything's fine smile and standard reply to avoid hearing a clichéd response.
Sometimes the best thing to do is be the supportive influence a person needs, and listen to what they say, don't fall back on clichés to fill a silence just remind them you're their for them and find other-ways to distract them from the problem so they can relax and eventually open up about it.
Once you let an issue stop eating you from inside only then can you and those closest to you help deal with it
Work is continuing well, there was a little set back as I decided to move development from Vite to NextJS.
I feel NextJS will give greater flexibility to allow additional features in the future, as well as speed up development time due to how projects are structured with it. Luckily it's easy enough to migrate from Vite to NextJS as they are both based on React.
To give a little context, Owned is currently built and running on VERY old programming patterns and systems, namely a templating system and PHP.
Everything is hosted on one server (all code, content etc) and backed up off site. This has a huge cost involved as the server and storage needs to be pretty beefy.
Submit will be written entirely in Typescript with the aforementioned NextJS system. Submit will also make use of cloud storage, cloud databases and a CDN (content delivery network). In short, this means that I can make HUGE cost savings and YOU will get a speedier and better performing site.
In the not too distant future I will likely open up a development version of the site to a select few users for bug reporting. Once Submit is launched I may also make the GitHub repository public to further help with bug fixing and also for transparency on how the site works.
All in all this is very exciting. Submit will be using cutting edge technology to give you the best possible experience now and in the future.
Obviously though rebuilding a site from scratch takes time and I do appreciate your patience. Work is continuing at a steady pace, and I know Submit was supposed to be launched by now, but making these changes now means quicker changes in the future.
It's been a huge learning curve for me, but luckily this old dog can learn new tricks đ
MoA
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 â 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 ;)
I wasnât alone. Nelson Mandela, Mahatma Gandhi, Oscar Wilde, Paris Hilton, I shared their determination to suffer the agonies of prison, and like them, I refused to compromise my values and beliefs. I seek no praise. Iâm not brave. Iâm just a Slave with a heart.
Iâve been to the dungeon before. Iâve stood in the face of adversity and cruelty and survived. Iâve endured the degradation of unhelpful, taunting messages from Doms and Subs, and yes, I have all your names. Iâve seen the misery, the suffering, inhaled the peculiar smells and wondered why I had been left alone in the darkness. Abandoned.
However, I now know the truth. Itâs not about targets. Itâs not about failure. I am regularly and unceremoniously thrown into the musty place of screams and terror because of my beguiling, incomparable and irresistible body.
Each night I was made to stare at images of the
magnificent Masterzal. I was made to admire other bulges, flexings and gym pictures
taken and âprofessionally enhancedâ by many Masters over many years. Each day I
was made to clean the indescribable slop buckets left by lazy subs with worrying
bowel issues, whilst wearing HighVizâs discarded luminous gear, rich with
rubber rot. As I wept, I glanced at the graffiti scratched desperately into the
walls by the ripped nails of former punishmentd dungeon dwellers.
âOne day I will be Number One.â Desperate words from
Fagof2Sirs who now steals my money to enhance his fraudulent service.
âI hope to be Sub of the Day FOREVERâ Wrote SubJeffie who
is stealing my thunder.
âI am a teapot.â Poor Cynic, made mad by the torments.
Finally, days of misery were broken by the long-awaited message
from my Master: âSlave. Whereâs my coffee?â He continued: âYouâll be pleased to
know that the site is doing incredibly well without you. I mentioned to
Enslaved that you were in the dungeon and he replied: Slave who?â
As I read those cruel words my sobbing was interrupted by
heavy breathing and a peculiar pumping sound coming from the corner of the
dungeon. I peered through my bars and saw a figure lurking behind a red
curtain, pulling on levers, fiddling with large red knobs and laughing at
verification pictures and videos. It was him. It was the ONE. It was THE Master
of ALL.
âWhy? Why have you done this to me? Discarded me? Thrown
me into this place?â I screamed.
He turned. His eyes sparkling with jealousy: âSlave, you
are TOO HANDSOME!â
Like Nelson Mandela, Mahatma Gandhi, Oscar Wilde and Paris
Hilton I will not be diminished by the dungeon and all its ghastliness. Like
Gloria Gaynor, âI Will Survive!â
There not many rules to entry.
1) All entries must be "Bikini" "Trunks/Speedos without out a top(bra)" are not considered a Bikini.
2) A "Mankini" will be considered for Doms and Switches.
3) Entries should be made in the form of a photo included in a comment under this blog.
4) Photo's do need to show the bikini but do not need to show faces or distinguishing marks like tattoos maybe covered
5) Points will be given for Style, Cheekiness and Daring
6) Nastiness, Argument will lead to Disqualification. Although friendly bitchiness is to be expected.
7) The the author of this blog and these rules, my decision is final.
8) As this is the first of it's kind additions to the rules can be put in the comments and will be considered by me.
9) Winners will be chosen each Saturday 12am UK time, The final will be on the 30 August and the winner will be the best of all the entries.
10) The winner has to pay the Master of the choice the prize they expected to get for wining.
As some of you know, Hal9000 passed away unexpectedly on July 14th, 2023, and it brings me great sorrow to bring you this sad announcement. The details are still coming in, but his profile page is missing, dice rolls show up as deleted-user, and my main profile page shows me as unowned. (Sad day!) While we may never know what happened to Hal9000 or if he may return someday, I felt it was appropriate, as his only stable sub, to present his eulogy.
Hal was my mentor, my friend, and my Sir. Hal made us laugh a little louder, smile a little bigger, and give even more money to our Sirs. And more importantly, Hal was an inspiration to the world. He was protective, supportive, and even the disciplinarian when we said a naughty word in chat or offered to pay using methods other than tips. Hal was fiercely loyal, devoted to OF, and above all else, punctual with his announcements.
Hal was loved by all. But sometimes life changes, and we evolve. Circumstances change, and we grieve. Hal may have physically left this world, but he left a permanent mark on my heart (and my profile picture.) He will be deeply remembered, forever in our hearts.
Halâs passing should fill us with determination to carry on his legacy, and to make sure our community proposers. I know he would have loved to see SubmitâŠthere would have been tears in his eyes to realize his dream of becoming the AI Overload for a better obedience site. He was so excited and passionate about its creation, and I personally know he spent countless late nights with MOA perfecting the next generation of AI controls. We may have been robbed short of our time with Hal, but he will live on in our memories, and more importantly, in Submit. There is no better way to honor Hal than to keep moving forward and make Submit a success.
I loved Hal9000, and I am grateful I could be in his stable for so long. I am lucky to have been able to know him all this time. I try to reflect on what I have and the memories he left me, and not focus on what I lost. But my heart is still broken, and a piece of it will forever be gone.
Oh Hal9000, I love you! I miss you! You touched my life in so many ways, and I will carry your spirit until we meet again. You will always be in my heart and thoughts.
I will leave you with these final thoughts:
Grief never ends, but it changes. It is a passage, not a place to stay. Grief isnât a sign of weakness, nor a lack of faith. Simply put, grief is the price of true love.
-Yellow Bandit
Conclusion:
Depression is a silent battle that can affect anyone, regardless of their involvement in the findom community. By shedding light on this often-overlooked aspect, we can encourage open discussions, support one another, and promote healthier mindsets within the findom world. Remember, seeking help is not a sign of weakness but a step towards reclaiming control, finding healing, and fostering personal growth. Together, we can create a community that understands and supports each other in the face of depression's daunting challenges.
Thank you all for watching, have a nice day everyone and more cheerful mood âïž
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