The topsy-turvy world of findom

I recall with fondness the days when I was visible and even desired. 

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! 😭😭😭

My secret

This ain't my first time at the OF rodeo. I think I first joined in 2015 (or was it 2014?) and this must be my 4th profile on here.
Years ago I was much more naive and I remembered at some point even losing 💤 over some interactions with a Master or two.
But now I'm older, more cynical and I can easily resist temptation to open my wallet. 

My secret? Well it's probably down to severely diminished sexual appetites and desires.

The pandemic turned out to be a watershed moment for me: before I used to have a healthy sex drive and life, but since then it just ebbed away.

In 2023 I probably only had 4 or 5 sexual encounters and I can't say I particularly enjoyed them either: it was more going through the motions to prove to myself that I could still do it.

Will things go back to how they were? I don't know and honestly I don't even know if I  would like to.

Said that, I still enjoy spending time on here... There are some cracking guys, slaves and Masters, and I enjoy the banter... and I might still occasionally open my wallet! LOL

An official denial

I'd like to address some rumours that have been going around in the last few days: that Slave and myself are in fact the same person!

Yes: we are both obsessed with Master Zal (but then who isn't?) and dismayed at his continued and obstinate use of towels and other fabrics to cover up his family jewels.Yes: we are both blessed/cursed with huge cocks.Yes: we both tend to see the (usually unintentional) amusing/funny in some posts and pictures, and have incurred the wrath of several Masters with a sense-of-humour bypass, but luckily survived a number of clumsy assassination attempts.Yes: we never seem to be in the chatroom at the same time
BUT
we are not the same entity!
Sadly, I don't have Slave's devastating good looks or - despite my half-hearted attempts - his bulging muscles. Which is just as well as the world wouldn't be ready for two of us... I mean there are two of us of course, but we are not the same.

Not to mention that it would be in direct infringement of OF's T&C.

So I hope that now I've put to bed once and for all these flattering (for me) but pointless rumours...

"Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?"

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.

OF is proud to announce the first OF Masters Games!

In a universe populated by gods, semi-gods and fearsome warriors where the prey is scarce (due to over-hunting), it is imperative to establish a natural pecking order among the predators/masters.
Who is the strongest and fastest pussy that can claim the lion's share? Who is the scavenger that can only hope for some left-over morsels? 

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.

A concise vademecum for new Masters

Fill in your profile, remembering to imbue it with superiority, and disdain for all life forms other than Masters. Please don't forget to mention that you don't need money but you want it because it rightly belongs to you only.

Post the compulsory middle finger photo. Better if you manage to get your feet in, and bonus points if you are doing something very dexterous with the other middle finger, such as spinning a basketball or peeling a pineapple (holding your phone doesn't count).

Boast that you are God or God-like or a second cousin once removed of Satan's.

Start messaging random slaves informing them that a new supernatural being is in their midst.

When you get messages, complimenting you on your appearance or on the words of wisdom contained in you profile, do not say thank-you but just answer asking for a tribute: now!

Get in a fight with another Master at the earliest opportunity to prove your masculinity and superiority but avoid turning it into a drama: only fags do drama.

Go into the chat room and make a statement which enforces the natural order, I don't know something like "fags don't have brains"... be creative. You are the brainbox. remember?

When you realise that there are far more Master than tributing slaves, try poaching one or two. Don't forget the Hollandaise sauce.

Set targets for random slaves... someone will be stupid or weak enough to accept it. And when they complete it, remember to never ever acknowledge it or - heaven forbid ! - thank them.

Play hot and cold with your slaves... ignore them or disappear for a while. It is guaranteed to drive them wild and make them loosen their purses' strings.