Who is Tee?

I'm Tee! I've been here a couple of months now, it's time I opened up a little. More commonly known as DarthTee in the kink community, (due to my obsession with the dark side of the starwars universe) 

I've always been a dominant person, when I was a young lad, and joined the scouts, it took me two weeks for the leader of the troop to make me a junior leader, this pattern hasn't changed. I'm still dominating in life (very humbly might I add). So far completed 19 years in a career path that rewards the most fittest, smartest and ambitious people. My job is hard, I've done things most of you would of only heard about on the TV or podcasts. it has most definitely shaped me to be the man I am today! 

I'm into all sorts of kink and BDSM, I regularly attend events in the UK, some which I photograph at as well! However this writing I want to focus on FinDom.

FinDom allows me to tap into a person you won't see on the outside world (even when I'm at events). With findom I can satisfy the megalomaniac side of me that wants to feel better than everyone else, more deserving due to the nature of what I do, or the rewards I've gotten from it. It allows me to tap into the power hungry prick I've spent years keeping away from every other aspect of my life. Even with this, everything I do is done with consent, you won't see that side of me unless you consent to it, yeah I can be a sadistic nightmare, but only if you ask. 

I've build up a strong reputation within my community, one which I intend to transfer into this one, a very unique, lively and generous bunch of people. 

Q. Why don't you have a honourific in your name Tee like sir, or master? 

A. Words don't mean a lot if you can't back them up with actions, I'd rather prove to you what I am.

The topsy-turvy world of findom

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! 😭😭😭

The 3 C's

The 3 C’s

Those that follow me on Twitter may have seen or heard me speak of this before, on posts and in Spaces, but I thought it should be something I could elaborate on here on OF. It is a set of standards/rules/model I go by when looking at what makes a good FinDom relationship, although this can very much apply to a majority of D/s relationships. 

3 things I look for and stand by personally, when looking for a good, long lasting sub. 

Now obviously there is things that sit outside of this but for me these are 3 main, ideal, must haves I want so I'll jump straight in. 

• Connection

Most certainly the most important of all in my opinion. Is there that “spark”? Do Dom and sub have same end goal? Do I enjoy using, draining, humiliating, bullying, nurturing this sub, and is that reciprocated.

This cannot be worked on, it's there or its not. You know if you just click with someone, I feel having this goes a long way. It helps define, what limits could be there, what can be achieved, how comfortable each is, can there be relationship out side of D/s (if either want that), what trust is in play, can sub truly give themselves or do they have to hold back. Connection covers so much, and either you've got it, or you haven't. Without this, really, the others will fall out. 

One of the main reasons likely to see a D/s relationship fall apart and even just a normal romantic one…. You just didn't get one another. 

• Communication 

This one speaks for itself, communication, we'd be nowhere in the world without it. Humans instinct is to communicate, regardless of what form that takes. Clear, concise and fluid communication will always lead to a better relationship. The opportunity for the sub to understand how the Master likes to be served, what they enjoy, what they don't like, what they want from service. And this also goes the other way too, 90% of the time, for a majority of subs I've dealt with. Both parties are here for something/s and without discussion, the real reason would be hard to understand. It can aid, greatly, in building upon that first C, connection, and consistency is key here. Way too often I've spoke to subs where great service has broken down, as one party, doesn't commit enough to this. Keeping things fresh, evolving, in line with boths wants and needs (as I fully agree it is a two way street, that obviously the Dom will command that street, but nonetheless, still two way) 

Without communication, and honesty in your communication, alongside consistent communication, things quickly break down. 

• Control 

Now this is something dear to me, and of course, means different things to us all, and it is where these 3 C’s hone themselves in to being specific around D/s / FinDom instead of a conventional relationship. 

Having the right kind and right level of control. Subs expectations of this differ greatly (from my experience) and it is, and always should be, the Doms duty to control this. Whatever form it takes, weather it might be Finance/Bills, the clothes a subs wear, it's schedule, what it sends or when, all the way to the extreams of how it looks, what it eats or who it sees, there are so many levels to it and it's is a crucial 3rd C. 

I fucking love controlling, it feeds my sadism, is shows my power, is let's me be the Dom I enjoy being. And it paves the way for the dynamic of my D/s relationships. It takes time and commitment from both sides but with the right effort, the initial and continual connection, partnered with that all important communication, the sky's the limits. 

So what now?

Be open and honest about what you might or might not like to do or try. Keep it fresh. Work on it. Trust is a huge factor, and that doesn't come over night. 

So, there they are, Major Masters 3 C’s 

Connection, Communication, Control. 

I’d love to hear others input and if they have similar things they look for or do to enjoy both Dom and sub are in a thriving place to continue with the kink they love! 

MM

The beginning.

I knew he was gay. We’d known each other for ever, he was a good dude, one of the gang. He wasn’t a follower, but he was a follower of me. We were little and people referred to him as my shadow. I remember we went to a friends birthday party and he went to the buffet for me. Filled it with sausage rolls and crisps and egg sarnies and Mr Kipling lemon slices. One of the girls called him my servant and he positively beamed. We were doing romans at school and he said: “He is my general, I’m his cup bearer”. 

Later, when we went drinking and partying, he’d buy my drinks, he’d buy drinks for the girls I was chasing too and even at one point, one of them referred to him as my little bitch. Being my mate, I told her to fuck off, not to speak to him like that and well, it ALL kicked off. 

Next day, hungover and eating toast in his mums kitchen, black eyes and cut lips all round, he’d recounted the story to his mum, gone to the toilet and she’d told me to be gentle with him because I was his first love. 

Being in a reflective mood this morning, sitting in Costa, I think back. I’ve always been, assertive. Remembered. For example, here, in this busy coffee shop, my morning order is always just, there  and my different afternoon order is always remembered. It’s always ready even when I patiently wait behind the other customers. Jo remembers. I remember calling him a good boy once and thought he would cry with joy. 

I hate people self titling themselves as ‘Alpha or Master’. These titles should always be given by others. Anyone referring to themselves as these things need to self validate. Maybe some will comment as such on this blog. Who knows. Make your own decisions. 

Now knowing my friend for all these years, maybe he was in love, maybe he was infatuated, but I think it was more than that. Even as boys, he just wanted to serve me. It was his thing. And guess what. It’s perfectly fine because I loved and supported him and still do. If he wants to serve. Then I’ll let him. That’s what makes him happy. 

We finally got a house. A little gang of us living in this 💩ty house. It was great. Girls, Party’s and more. But still, he’d bring me tea. He even did my washing. TO BE CLEAR. I never once asked him to. 

Years later, he got married and I was sitting at a table with a bunch of his new husbands friends. One of them, a giant bear found out who I was and said: “ YOU ARE THE MASTER”.

It turns out, My friend had spoken about me to his now husband and he in turn had shared worries about me to these very friends. Putting me on this pedestal, this watch list, on this table so his friends could scare me away. Over a few bottles of red, my new bear of a friend told me all about this dynamic, this way of relating, this master/sub slave fag thing. It was eye opening, a little scary but actually, made so much sense. SO MUCH SENSE. 

So now, here we are. My friend is still my friend. I don’t let him serve me as now, I know it’s servitude and I just want to be friends with him. He is one of the best. His husband has less fear/concern over me but to be honest, this guy is more of a fag than my bud has ever been! 

Life is an adventure, an adventure we share with so many. Why am I here? 

To learn, to grow as a human. Understanding each other is the first step to inner peace. I’m a successful straight happy chap. I’m not at the bottom of the food chain. I’m not here to add to your feelings of inferiority or fuel the fires of your low self worth. If you, like my friend, are a serving kind of chap. Looking for a new ‘head of the queue’, say hello. You can buy me some adblue for the Mercedes and I’ll help with that need to pay, to serve.

This was my beginning. 

Feel free to connect and share yours.  

Honesty, Loyalty and Connectivity

In most scenarios our word is our bond and a testimony to who we are alongside the character of who we are. 

We may not all have to get along, we may not all like each other however this time of year we remember that not everyone is in a good place for various sets of reasons. 

Remember those who had value in the stock and substance of being you for they will be the ones who are there in the good times, the bad and the low moments we do not always share. 

What ever you choose to do this Christmas Day remember and be the best honest version of you that you can be. 

Merry Christmas 🎄 

This blog was originally intended to be a Crois-sin tribute to Ma...

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

DUNGEON PUNISHMENT FOR SENDING

There are probably very few fags/slaves on OF who've been put in the dungeon as punishment for sending to their Master, and few Masters who've sent them there for doing so. But, my Master is not like most others.

My error was to buy a 1000 tips crown on Easter Sunday for my Owner, to show my love and pride in Him as my king of kings. I wanted it to be a surprise, so I failed to ask permission.

The rule under which I live is something that I know very well:

Send His money when HE decides.

Send His money how HE decides. 

I do not decide when, how, or how much.

An ATM does NOT make those decisions. 

Only an ATM's user and Owner decides how His ATM is used.

This rule is fundamental to His control.

I am not a fag that begs to send His money in order to satisfy my own selfish urges. This would be me using Him for my own selfish ends.

Whether I'm horny or not is unimportant. He decides when His money is withdrawn.

The essence of Findom in our relationship is Power, Control, Subordination, Obedience. This is how Findom fits into a Power Exchange relationship. It is a wonderful relationship, and my Master is also probably my best friend, who always wants what is best for me.

Even though W/we discuss all sorts of things in our lives, confide in each other on private and personal matters, share many interests and provide mutual support in many ways, non of these aspects of our relationship alter or impact on the fact that I am His ATM faggot who works and sacrifices to earn His money which all goes into His savings and investments.

With such a special relationship, it is important that His rules over my life are adhered to in full, and gratefully respected.

I am so proud and constantly grateful, and know how very fortunate I am to be in His exclusive $table.

I apologise wholeheartedly to my wonderful Owner and the most important Man in my life. 

THE POWER OF DENIAL TO SEND

Now and then, I get that feeling of desperation, where the urge to send my Owner's money is so intense that it overwhelms everything else. It's usually after a period of being ordered to NOT send anything, no gifts, no tributes, no games played, or anything at all allowed.

One aspect of Findom which is very powerful and greatly under-estimated is the control. Financial Domination, not simply by receiving money/tips handed over, but by controlling it - as if the Master owns or uses an ATM, and decides himself when it is used and when it is not used.

It is the ownership of an income and bank account of his property, with all the responsibility that comes with that. Understanding how much money goes into it, and how much is sensible to withdraw. It is the owner of the ATM account where he decides when it is used, and how much is withdrawn, or how it is withdrawn; it is not for the ATM to decide.

In contrast to that are the Masters who withdraw as much money as they can from an ATM, then he gets a message saying his card has been cancelled and the ATM is out of action and inaccessible to him or anyone else for the next few months (deletes from the site). That is where greed controls the Master, and his irresponsibility shows he actually has no control.

We all recognise when this occurs on the site.

A responsibly controlled ATM is lucky and should always be grateful when used, with a view to long term and steady use, where the Master's greed is satisfied with a consistent and steady flow of his money. 

For me, this is a safer place, although can be deeply frustrating when the natural instinct to function for my owner is raised high. The denial to function, which can be for weeks, is a real demonstration of my Owner's power and control over his money and the ATM that holds it. It demonstrates the deeper purpose of Findom in the relationship - subordination and domination, where the money is a tool within that dynamic.

It's something which fills me with admiration and respect for him, and make me very proud to be his property.

A story of gifts and tributes - a snippet into Spanish Christmas ...

On the 6th of January, the Epiphany is celebrated in Spain.

In the original Christmas story, the Three Wise Men (Melchior, Gaspar and Balthazar) brought gold, frankincense and myrrh as tributes.

Nowadays, on this date, ALL SORTS of gifts are delivered to kids that have been nice, and charcoal (usually edible black sugar cubes) to those who have been naughty.

c******n must go to bed early the night of the 5th and leave their shoes (polished and cleaned) outside their bedroom in order for them to get their presents delivered.

Kids also leave a pick-me-up d***k or a nightcap for the Three Wise Men for the long night ahead.

It is also customary to eat Roscon de Reyes, a big doughnut-like cake usually filled with cream or chocolate. The cake has two items hidden inside: a bean and a small figurine or toy.

The person who finds the figurine (be mindful of c*****g!) gets to wear a crown and is meant to have good luck for the rest of the year.

The person who finds the bean is meant to pay for the cake! 

It is difficult NOT to make an analogy between this particular celebration and our beloved world of findom:

There is no question about there being plenty of “wise men” in OF, deserving all sorts of gifts, gold bars and crowns; but there are even more so naughty boys around us, deserving nothing but punishment.

Collections of shoes (or feet) are often displayed on the site, including trainers, boots and even a few pairs of high heels.

Subs often behave like c******n (even wearing diapers), but they dutifully lick their Master’s boots clean without question at any given time.

They can also be asked to go to bed early at their Master’s discretion (when their bed is not swapped by a cage or the floor, that is...) or even be deprived of any rest altogether, if it has not been earned.

Abundant supplies of pick-me-up drinks and nightcaps are often displayed on the site, from the basic coffee and beer, to the more elaborate, cheeky, and sophisticated cocktails prepared by some of the most dutiful servants.

And I do not think it is necessary for me to make a more explicit reference to subs burying their faces in donut-like areas which, as with the Roscon de Reyes, can sometimes be either plain, filled with cream or even chocolate...

But in our world, subs are always the ones finding the toys (and c*****g on them), and Masters are always the lucky ones being crowned, as we rightfully deserve.

So let’s celebrate the end of the festive season together in the best possible way.

Let there be crowns, gold bars, subs licking feet and shoes clean, stuffing their faces and chocking, providing pick-me-up drinks and nightcaps, plenty of gifts, and spreading happinesses as they spread their legs! 

cashfag $ubmit/remorse Cycle

Today, the sissy deleted her account, as is the habit of fags who are in the cycle of $ubmit and remorse.

It is a condition that just about every cash faggot endures. In my own experience and the experience of other cash fags, it's a very common condition, which is frustrating for Masters, and confusing for fags.

The greatest issues with this condition are:

1. selfishness, and the belief that that fag deserves to have luxuries in life from the money he/it earns

2. fear of financial issues

3. the denial of what the faggot is

This condition can last for years, and some faggots enjoy this cycle, getting hyper horny when the natural urges and needs pull him/it back to findom and into a splurge of hard and fast cash/tips $ubmissions. Then the fag retreats and regrets... until the next time.

For many fags, this cycle of $ubmission and regret is the basis of their findom life, and the cycle has become a sort of fetish in itself. These fags will undoubtedly never be broken out of the cycle.

For other fags, it's simply a stage in their development, where the selfish pride and desires for their own luxuries and extras have yet to be cleansed from their mindset.

We need to take into account that there are various types of fags, ranging from confident and assured fags, to the self-loathing fags who see themselves as the inferiors they are.

This is why the condition of the Cycle is complex. Those who hate and are ashamed of what they are, and $ubmit to Masters because they know themselves to be inferiors, are more likely to come out of the Cycle at the other end, finding horniness in their inferiority, fulfilment in their 'fulltime' subordination to Superior Men, and really 'live' it.  These are fags to be envied by others, as the conflict and struggle of the confusion that they endure is shaken off by those who fully accept their status. They reach a stage of fulfilment in their sacrifices to Men, beyond just the moment of sacrifice itself.

Shaking off that Cycle of $ubmission and remorse is a liberation for a cashfag. All cashfags know what they/we are, and that it is something for life. But, the majority of fags fight it, and continue to struggle with it. Society's conditioning gets in the way, making us believe that we all are deserving and equal. That, of course, is a social fabrication which doesn't exist in reality. But, it fools many fags.

In my own case, my Master has managed to break this Cycle in me, and now i feel a real sense of change and liberation as a loser and cashfag, as a way of life. It takes a good, genuine and insightful Master to help a fag to break away from the Cycle and embrace the reality.

I'm sure that other fags here have their own stories about this, and it would be interesting if you'd tell us about it. 

Some may disagree with my analysis. Or you may be able to add to it. This is just my own observations and personal understanding, right or wrong.