Locking eyes with another man in a crowd; catching someone looking at me and my crotch while walking past and then turning exactly at the same time, leading to exchanging numbers or heading for the closest facilities.
Alas, all of this is in the past now.
I still notice men when I walk past but they are either staring at their phones or just don't see me at all: now that I am old, I am just invisible or simply an obstacle on their path.
So, thank goodness for findom: we are valued here and lusted after by legions of young(er) men!
What? Sorry... What did you say?
They are just after my wallet or being named in my will? No, I can't believe it! 😭😭😭
However not everyone will be feeling overly Merry
There will be those maked to live a lie as they must ensue time with family that have issues with the way they are, for others such as myself it is a sad time as we remember those we have lost and have left a gaping hole in the celebrations
So remember be thankful that we here are a community that care about each other and look out for one another
Crois-sin
This is pup's Crois-sin tribute to Master Zal.
The prologue.
With life, that includes kink, we often find ourselves in situations that test our boundaries. We all have boundaries that we think we will never cross. Often those self-imposed boundaries, whether they are placed there due to fear, disgust, lack of knowledge, or by society, limit us to experiencing life to the fullest. How is one to grow and flourish in life if we do not test our boundaries to see if they are firm boundaries or fluid ones? Maybe if I had tested the boundaries I placed upon myself earlier in life, my life might be a more full and complete life now, versus stumbling around trying to discover who I really am.
A person who has a fear of heights live their life paralyzed by that fear that limits the many things that can be exhilarating and freeing. They may never feel the slow antagonizing climb of a rollercoaster car as it noisily clicks it way to the summit high in the air, their palms gripping the bar in fear as they get closer and closer to the crest. Or the feeling of abandonment and total lack of control they have over the outcome what they are about to face as the car is frozen at the top for a mere second before it begins plummeting downward. They will never feel the rush of the wind against their face or the make of nature as gravity presses their body into the back of the seat unable to move. As the car they are in, joined with other cars, making it a train, continues to hurl itself down the track through twists and turns they, will never experience the rush of adrenaline that one feels during those exhilarating moments in time. And as the ride comes to the end of its thrilling journey they will not relish in the empirical sensations of their tense muscles relaxing as the rush of adrenaline ends leaving them relaxed and with a complete sense of satisfaction.
This Crois-sin is not only the revealing of one of pup's deep, dark secrets but it is the rollercoaster ride of feelings of excitement and fear of revealing it publicly as commanded by Masteral Zal.
The deep, dark secret.
Pup started talking to a man on a cruising app in 2021. Pup knew the chances of a hookup were slim to nil but nothing ventured is nothing gained. As the saying goes, this man was built like a brick 💩house. His biceps were massive, his hairy armpits could tantilize a hermit out of seclusion. The curve of his round buttocks looked like two soft pillows of clouds that met to reveal the promised land of sweet temptations to be fulfilled. On top of all of that, he was a construction worker, tolling under the hot, unforgiving sun all day.
Through our conversation he revealed that he liked he have his muscles and body worshipped by other men. He said it gave him a mental high watching another man caress, kiss and lick his muscular body. (Maybe pup stood a chance after all.) Pup threw caution to the wind and informed him that not only did pup enjoy all of that but that pup also enjoyed the natural smell and taste of a man after he had been working all day. This intrigued him. Through more probing questions by him, he came to understand just how much of a faggot pig pup was. We arranged a date and time for him to come over, right after work unshowered.
On the appointed day and time pup nervously awaited his arrival carefully following the instructions he gave pup. Pup naked, was kneeling on the floor, the only thing on was pup's Chasity cage securely locked in place. Pup was holding a tray in front of pup with an ice-cold Heineken on the tray awaiting his arrival. The lights of a vehicle flashed across the front window as he pulled into the driveway. This was followed by the sound of his heavy work boots on the front stairs. There was no turning back now.
He knocked on the door before opening it and walked in. There before naked pup stood a man so many fags dream about. Wearing dirty jeans, a tight grey tshirt under a high viz safety vest and dirty, worn workboots on his feet. We both just stayed where we where, him looking down at pup, pup staring up at him. He broke the trance we both were in by reaching and grabbing the ice cold beer still sitting on the tray pup was holding. He twisted off the cap, tossing it aside and took a long chug of the beer. He let out a belch and stated "Those boots are not going to take themselves off." Setting the tray aside, pup bent down and took the first workboot off. The smell was overwhelming. He grabbed the boot from pup's hand and shoved it into pup's face, making pup to inhale the years of sweat that had been embedded into the leather. Laughing he dropped the boot saying "Now the other one." Pup promptly obeyed.
After pup had finished sniffing both of his boots, he pushed past pup, popping himself onto the couch and guzzled the rest of the beer down. Letting out a belch he said "Get me another one." and pup did exactly that. The next hour was spent with pup exploring every inch of his body. Breathing in the unique manly scents of each area, licking, kissing and caressing every muscle. Pup was busy working his balls in and out of pup's mouth as he finished a 3rd beer. He let out another belch, pushed pup's head away from his delicious balls and he stood up. "I have to use the john, where is it?" Pointing down the hall pup blurted out "I will drink it Sir." Reaching down, he pulled pup up off of pup's knees and chuckling replied "You will do more than that." Pup followed him down the hall, mesmerized by his two, fuzzy asscheeks as he walked towards the bathroom.
Entering the bathroom, he quickly sat down on the toilet. Spreading his legs, he ordered pup to get between them and get ready to drink. Pup obeyed, kneeling between his spread legs, lowering pup's head and taking the head of his cock into pup's eager mouth as he placed his right hand on the back of pup's head. "Get ready" he commanded "It's about to blow!" Pup definitely was not ready for the torrential burst of piss that he let loose. Pup struggled to swallow it all as quickly as possible. He held pup's head in place with both hands repeating over and over "Good boy, swallow it all." As the piss continued to flow into pup's mouth the room was filled with the growing sound of pup desperately trying to breathe more air through pup's nose.
Having finally finished pissing, pup let out a burp while his cock was still in pup's mouth. He laughed, slapped pup's cheek and asked "You enjoyed that didn't you?" Pup started to pull pup's head off his cock and he pushed pup's head back down saying "Oh no, we are not finished, start sucking." Pup started to suck his cock as he grabbed pup's head by the hair, guiding pup on how he wanted pup to suck it. Suddenly he maked his cock all the way down pup's throat, pup's nose now buried in his bush, and let out a massive fart. Pup tried to pull pup's head up but he held it firmly in place, making pup to breathe in the stench of his fart. He finally released pup's head and pup sat back, gasping for air as the smell of his fart still lingered in the air.
He looked at pup and laughed, "It was just a fart!" Grabbing pup by the head again, he guided pup's mouth back to his cock and said "Keep sucking." Pup, thinking to pupself "Maybe he didn't mean to fart" started to suck his cock again. With both hands on pup's head again, he started shove pup's head faster and faster up and down the length of his shaft. Once again he maked his cock all the way down pup's throat and pressed it there. Pup was thinking he was about to cum. He let out a moan but pup did not feel or taste the sudden flood of cum pup expected in pup's mouth. As pup struggled to breathe pup heard all the familiar sound of something hiting the surface of the water in the toilet. Struggling to break free from his grasp on pup's head he shoved pup's mouth back down his shaft, let out another moan that was followed by another splash in the toilet.
Releasing the firm grip he had on pup's head, he leaned back against the toilet tank and stated with a satisfied smirk on his, "Damn that felt good." Pup, still kneeling on the floor between his spread legs looked up at him in bewilderment. "I never consented to that Sir." pup meekly replied. Looking down at pup he ordered pup to get up off the floor. After pup had stood up he rose from the toilet brushed past pup grabbing pup's hand as he passed. "Come with me boy." He commanded. He led pup into the bedroom. He proceeded to jump onto pup's bed laughing and pulling pup with him. Still laughing he pulled pup on top of himself and then rolled pup by his side. "Bury your nose in my pit, boy." he softly whispered "You know you want to." Pup nestled pup's nose into his hairy pit, feeling pupself drift into obedience as the manly aroma of his working man's scent once again filled pup's nostrils.
Pup could not think of a place where pup would rather be right now then where pup currently was. Pup's naked body pressed against his, feeling the slow rise and fall of his chest as he took each breath. He started to whisper to pup in a low, measured tone "You said you wanted to worship me, serve me, please me. You have done that boy. You have proved yourself to be a very good boy tonight." The deep timber of his voice and the words he was saying filled pup's mind, pushing all other thoughts out of it. The tectonic vibrations of his voice filled pup's head, luring pup into a trance state of longing and surrender. He continued on with his hypnotic voice as he began to stroke the back of pup's head " You belong to me, I own you right now. You crave nothing more than to serve me, please me, be controlled by me. That is your purpose, the reason you were born, the reason you exist, to be used by me, to fulfill my selfish needs." The world ceased to exist for pup outside the 4 walls of the bedroom. Time and space had been suspended as pup fell further and further under his spell. Pup knew he spoke the truth, was saying the words pup had always longed to hear.
He slowly started to roll over, disengaging his body from pups'. He was now lying on his belly and pup's eyes began to travel down the length of his back before arriving at his beautifully sculpted ass. "Give in to who you are boy, accept and embrace your fate" he continued. Without thinking pup started to run pup's hand down his back, from his massive deltoids to his beautiful glutes, feeling his satiny smooth skin that was stretched over them. "Let go of all your inhibitions, set yourself free to be who you are." His words, ebbing and flowing through the air like a sexual opera written by a Master composer had a hypnoticeffect on pup. "Worship my ass boy, use your mouth, your tongue to explore my ass, crack and hole." Pup was unable to resist his words, resist his orders. It was as if the makes of nature were compelling pup towards an unexplored destination pup was meant to journey to.
Moving to position pupself between his spread legs, pup's hands continued to caress the mounds of his ass as pup began lowering his mouth towards the crevice between the two mountains of manly flesh. The first kisses of pup's lips upon the perfect globes of his ass sent tingles of sensations through pup's body. Hearing his muffled words of direction in the back of pup's brain, ordering pup to spread his cheeks wide, pup followed his commands. Pup got his first look at his puckered hole, twitching with little movements that beckoned pup's tongue forward. He reached back with his hand and started to gently urge pup's head closer. "Lick my hole boy, do it now." he growled out, and pup obeyed him.
As pup's tongue first met with the sides of his cheeks it was filled with the salty residue left behind from hours of sweating, working in the scorching heat of the day. Pup's head jerked back in reaction to the bitter and tangy taste of his unclean hole that met pup's tongue as it took the first lick. The taste was what pup imagines rotting fish mixed with bitter coffee would taste like. Feeling pup's resistance, he applied more pressure to the back of pup's head while commanding pup to lick his hole. "Do it boy, lick it boy, clean my hole!" he demanded, "I want you to do this, you need to do this, you want to do this." He started to wiggle his ass to get his hole where he wanted pup to lick it. Pup continued to flick pup's tongue on and around his hole as he started to moan in pleasure. Getting used to the taste and spurred on by his moans, pup started to lick his hole more.
There is a unique sense of power that can overcome a sub when their actions illicit a strong response of pleasure from the man they are serving. That power overcame pup at that moment. He pushed himself back on his knees, his head pressed into the pillow, esposing his hole to receive more pleasure from pup's tongue. Pup started licking more eagerly, forgetting pup's repulsion at the act pup was preforming. He pushed pup's head further between his ass cheeks moaning out "Stick your tongue in my hole." Pup plunged pup's tongue into his dirty hole, once again being overwhelmed by the strong taste.
Suddenly, he flipped his one leg over pup's head, collapsing on his back as he grabbed his large, throbbing cock. "Suck it" he shouted, "I am going to cum!" Pup shoved his cock into pup's mouth and started to suck it in earnest. A few strokes of pup's lips up and down his shaft was all it took to bring him to his anticipated orgasm. His cum flooded pup's mouth as he shot a huge load hitting the back of pup's mouth. Pup clamped pup's lips firmly around his shaft as his cock throbbed and pulsed as his cum began sliding down pup's throat. Pup could feel his body start to relax although his breathing was still laboured. Pup laid pup's head on the thigh of his one leg while pup continued suckling on his softening cock.
Pup is not sure how long we both laid their like that, both lost in the thoughts of our own, little worlds. His breathing had returned to normal and pup let his soft cock slip from pup's mouth. Lying there, nose buried into the bush surrounding his cock, breathing in his musky scent, pup felt a sense of contentment and belonging. He reached down with his left hand, taking hold of his limp cock and pointed it towards pup's mouth. "Open up" he said "I have to piss." Those words were not spoken as a command or order but spoken with a the knowledge and natural confidence one has when they know their words will be followed without objection. Pup took his cock into pup's mouth and had barely closed pup's lips around the head when he started to piss. It wasn't like the urgent piss from earlier but a steady stream of his golden liquid filling pup's mouth, dancing over the tastebuds on pup's tongue before traveling warmly down pup's throat heading to fill pup's belly. He pulled his cock from pup's mouth, slapped it against the cheek of pup's face and said "Get up, I have to head home."
We both stood and he walked out of the bedroom, his cock swinging in front of him as pup followed behind, once again watching the cheeks of his ass bounce as he walked. An ass, that a short time earlier, pup had licked clean. In the living room, he pulled on his socks, underwear and his dirt covered pants, pulled the grey tshirt over his head and slipped his feet into the scruffy, worn workbooks. He held his vest in his one hand as he pulled pup into a warm embrace. He whispered to pup, "Youre a good boy, you did a good job tonight." As he released pup from his hug he placed a soft, gentle kiss on pups forehead and said "Thank you."
He turned and walked out the front door, closing it behind him, leaving pup standing there nude, pup's cock still locked in its Chasity cage, as pup listened to the sound of his boots hitting the stairs as he left. A moment later pup heard the sound of the truck door close as the low rumble of his engine filled the night air. Pup watched as the headlights of his truck receded as he backed out of the driveway and then disappear into the darkness of the night as he drove away.
Epilogue
That is pup's deep, dark secret. Pup had sucked a man's cock while he took a dump and then licked his ass clean afterwards. It is now laid out for all to see and judge. The event that pup revealed was a true occurrence. Pup wrote from a perspective of looking back over two years. If pup had written shortly after it happened, it probably would have been written differently. It is funny how as tiime passes, our view of things and how we react to them changes. After it happened, pup was filled with self-loathing and disgust. Those feelings have softened considerably with the passing of time. Pup has never repeated what took place.
They say a man can be judged by the quality of his character. What they don't say, is that his character is formed by every positive and negative thing he encounters and deals with. One of those things is the secrets we wrap in a cocoon and bury within ourselves afraid of them being exposed for others to see. Today pup freed one of pup's secrets from the cocoon it is wrapped in and has set it free like a butterfly to soar and float on the currents of the universe, it's destiny no longer controlled by pup. Some will see this as a beautiful thing and others will see it as food to fuel their nastiness and bitterness they have inside themselves. To sit back and judge the experiences and the journey of others is a foolhardy endeavor that reveals the lack of substance in one's own life. Either way, it is a burden pup no longer has to carry around inside of pup. They say confessions help to cleanse one's soul, today pup's soul has been partly cleansed.
When Master Zal first ordered pup to do this Crois-sin, pup wanted to choose one that would help pup grow. Pup wanted to do one that was truly respectful of what Master Zal was seeking when he first developed the idea. Although it took pup time to work up the courage to write it, pup was determined to see it through from beginning to the end. As pup was writing this, words Master Zal said to pup were constantly in pup's mind. Those words gave pup not only the courage pup needed but helped pup conquer pup's fear. Those words were "Pup has nothing to fear as long as Master stands by pup's side." Thank you for your encouragement Master Zal and for standing by your pup's side. Pup may be a scared, little shaking Chihuahua but pup hopes to become the hound you see inside of your pup and the hound you want your pup to become. This has truly been a cathartic experience for pup. Thank you for that Master Zal.
With Love
Pupzz
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! 🍆
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 “Aus der Kriegsschule des Lebens. Was mich nicht umbringt, mach mich stärker”
(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
That is a great question FootMasterUK, just what are you looking for?
What I am looking for is a sub/slave who has goals, dreams, power, ambition. I am looking for a sub/slave who has a powerful job where he is an Alpha, only to meet up with me and have me take his power away from him and turn him into an owned sub/slave. I would like to meet up with a sub/slave who is into roleplay only for the roleplay to become serious. I would like a sub/slave who will struggle when I bound him, a sub/slave who will plead with me to set him free, a sub/slave who will say "Please, my wallet is in my trouser pocket, take my wallet and empty it of cash/tips" then I keep the sub/slave tied up and we continue our session, developing it further, exploring new avenues of Domination & submissiveness.
I would like a sub/slave who will put as much into the session as what I will and we both get what we want. I have over 10 years experience in kink, was introduced to findom in 2007 I think it was, had a 6 year break due to an EX and came back to findom late 2019, I am always learning new things about kink, and brushing up on old s🩸🗡️s, I have a few fantasies that I have always wanted to do, but for now I am happy to play and I am open to new ideas to improve my kinks and s🩸🗡️s.
In order to establish such order, OF is proud to present the first OF Masters Games, with a short list of events:
- a steeplechase race where the masters will have to jump over piles of discarded Amazon wishlist boxes and puddles filled directly from the OF dungeon's sewage system
- a chariots race (for stable owners only). The chariots will be powered by the owned slaves. Masters with only one slave will compete on a tandem (the slave will be doing the pedalling, obvs!)
- toss the fag. Based on the Highland Games' "caber tossing" event. No further explanation needed.
- pissing contest, with the following categories: distance / volume/ strength
- piñata bashing: blindfolded Masters will compete in smashing piñatas full of OF tips (and probably each other's skulls, inadvertently of course)
Please apply NOW sending a non-refundable deposit of 10,000 tips to cynic, the Games' secretary. Places are limited. Send your deposit NOW to avoid disappointment.
As Doms will be able to send Tips to subs, the subs could then send these Tips back to the Dom.
Under the current way of calculating points this would increase the number of points the Dom has, this cycle of swapping Tips could then be repeated to artificially inflate a Doms points.
The system will be changed so that instead of calculating how many Tips a Dom has received within a period it will calculate points based on the number of Tips actually withdrawn from the site. This will prevent artificial inflating.
It also keeps the calculations for subs and Doms simple - subs get points for purchasing Tips, Doms get points for withdrawing them.
The ability to send Tips to any user and the change to points calculation should go live tomorrow, I will make an announcement on the site when it is live.
MoA
In a discussion in the chatroom, MasterTrigger asked me to tell the story of an experience I'd had that taught me to never judge a Man by the cover.
Do I prefer tall men over short? Or muscled men over slim men? The answer for me is that none of that matters. Not when it comes to s********n.
I thought it would be an idea to repeat the story in a blog, so hear goes...
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I was contacted on a site called slaveboys some years ago, by a man who was into corporal punishment, and liked to treat subs like 'naughty schoolboys'... not something I was into at all, but his message hit something. He asked for my phone number, and he called me. His voice and how he spoke to me took me instantly into a powerful submissive state...
He called a me a few times, calling me a naughty boy as he spoke gently with absolute authority. A deep and very calm voice that got deep into my head. But it wasn't just the voice. It was how he spoke to me with total authority.
I agreed to visit him, as it was 20 miles away.
I went on the agreed evening, but I had no idea what he looked like... I'd not seen a photo of him.
When he opened the door, he was about 68, short, very overweight, thick glasses, and a comb over. Quite an unappealing sight....
He beckoned me in, having told me beforehand to wear a white shirt and tie. He told me to put some shorts on that he had for me to wear... the whole schoolboy thing was as he wanted it.
I stood in his kitchen with him in front of me, and he began talking softly to me.
I immediately went into a very deep submissive state from his voice and words, how he spoke to me and what he said.
I responded as if a was a small boy, as that's how he made me feel.
He took me upstairs and had me lay over his lap for a spanking, to punish me for being a naughty boy
I actually felt like that, and felt i deserved it. He'd got so deep into my mind, and was in total control.
He lay on the bed and had me stroke him, then told me to just lay quietly beside him. He put his arm around me and held me, continuing to talk softly to me, with complete authority...
I went into such a state of deep s********n that I began crying and started sobbing like a babe.
I'd never before experienced such deep submissive feelings.
When it was over, we went to the kitchen and chatted normally. He told me about himself, and he was such a nice man.
I was desperate to see him again.
This taught me to NEVER judge a Man by the cover. Never.
A sexy voice is just a sexy voice. Muscles are just muscles. A handsome face is just a handsome face.
He had no physical appeal, whatsoever. Quite the opposite!
It is the character and authority of the man inside that makes it work.
There are many men with good looks, muscles, a sexy voice, who simply don't have it.
He had all that he needed.
Any one else get off on the idea or reality of having a fag converted?
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