Today I was put in the pillory for my master. I was very excited because you totally lose control of the money you have to give at the pillory. But I was also really curious to see what it felt like. It really turns me on to give up control and simply obey an order. I would rather carry out other orders than gambling: showing myself, taking photos, even in public or similar.
I don't have so much money that I can give mega sums to my master.
It was an interesting experience and I like it to give up control.
I also liked the fact that my master insulted and belittled me in the meantime. In the end it was 210 tips and my master ordered me to pay the rest up to 300.
looking to find subs that i can exploit willing. ive always craved to dominate a weak sub wallet.
need help paying bills and surviving hmu if you are a paypig looking to get squeezed for all they've got.
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I'd like to address some rumours that have been going around in the last few days. That Slave, I meant to write, Cynic 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 ENORMOUS cocks. Yes: we both tend to see the (usually intentional) amusing/funny in some posts and pictures, and having incurred the wrath of several masters with a sense-of-humour bypass, luckily survived a number of clumsy assassination attempts. Yes, we never seem to be in the chat room at the same time. BUT we are not the same entity!
Fortunately, I don't have Slave’s Cynic’s teapot’ish looks, but I do have BREATHTAKING bulging muscles, which is just as well as the world needs the occasional ‘stud sub' to walk into the room. There are two of us, 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 Cynic) but pointless, I mean, baseless rumours..
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...
For those who don't know me well, I've been focusing this whole year on preparing some very important exams to become a public servant in Spain. Actually, I've been investing Findom money mostly to pay for academies and books, which are very expensive. I can't be thankful enough to all the subs that have helped me become smarter and more resourceful. I always say that's the domination I like, the one that allows us to become an elevated version of ourselves while enjoying the fun.
Today the results came back and turns out I've passed. As of today, I can officially say I'm a sexy public librarian. That's why I thought I should write to the community and say "thank you for helping me reach my life goal".
Ps: don't return your books late or you will be punished by me now 😈
I joined this site almost 3 years ago to encounter a Dom, to serve a Master and I was lucky enough to meet him. Sadly it didn't work as we would have hoped, sometimes it doesn't work but I have no regrets, only happy memories. Service isn't easy, it's complicated because there are often agendas, sometimes uncertainties and online life is never easy. Throw in the demands of the heart, hopes, fears and the expectations of a busy life and then long-term service is made almost impossible.
Some make it. Lucky them.
I came here to find a Dom and Master, but I also came here to meet friends, to speak with like-minded men, to engage, to smile, to laugh, fundamentally to find companionship. Life is often lonely and we must all do what we can to keep the loneliness at bay. I take responsibility for my words and actions and I've apologised often. I've behaved poorly. I've admonished myself and begged for forgiveness. I've hurt good men, both sub and Dom and I've hurt myself far more.
Please, time is painfully short and this place should be full of possibility and hope. I'm often foolish but I have no axe to grind and no judgements to make. If you find happiness and contentment, even for a moment, then I'll celebrate with you. It's a difficult world so I beg you, let's all take a breath and be kind to each other.
As many of you know , SHM and I met down the pub this week for a 🍺, having been building our findom relationship for a few months now. So many people from this community took the time to write to us, to wish us well and remark on what they see when we interact here and our connection. The comments on the photo we posted and in chat have been almost overwhelming and thoroughly appreciated by us both.
Several people have asked if I would write a blog about the meet. Well here it is, but you might be disappointed to know that I won’t be sharing any further details of the day. We shared a pic on the feed, and uploaded a couple of pieces of content on X for you all to enjoy. For me though, the rest of our time together is personal . Those feelings before, during and after are nicely stored safely in my head :-)
Thanks again for being such an engaging and supportive community . I’m very humbled, and really appreciate the many connections I’ve made here, the most important to me being the Boss himself of course - SHM.
The first treatment of a Porn Movie that will be shot soon...
SCENE 1
INTEROR - The Safe House
Midday
In a dimly lit bedroom a laptop is gently humming. Exterior sounds of cars, police sirens and people talking. The sound of a cork popping is heard out of shot. Slave enters, walking from a steamy bathroom into the bedroom. He is naked and holding a glass of wine. His bronzed body and glistening muscles dripping with perspiration after a three-hour calisthenics session at a local gym. He smiles. He picks up a poster from the black silk sheets on the bed. He unrolls the poster and pins it on peeling wallpaper opposite the king-sized bed. Slave looks at the image. He groans, he shouts, empty wine glasses start moving and one falls from a chest of drawers.
Slave: NO. NO. NO! You’re kidding me! You’re fucking kidding me!
Close up to slave’s angry but alluringly handsome face.
Slave: Another fucking towel!
The poster is revealed. It shows Masterzal in a locker room, naked, with a white towel draped elegantly over his interesting bits. Slave beats the wall with his hand, his massive muscles strained in rage. The wall shakes and dust falls. The phone rings. Slave steadies himself. He inhales deeply through his manly nostrils. He turns and swaggers towards the telephone, scratching his enormous balls as his massive cock slaps his thighs. He picks up the receiver.
Slave: What?
A distant voice starts speaking unintelligibly.
Slave: When? Are you sure? Are you sure you want this? It WILL change your life. You’ll never be the same again. You’ll probably never walk in the same way again?
Slave replaces the handset and smiles.
If you would like a PART TWO, please let me know.
Sometime things happen and we just have to deal with it. We all know of things that could be on such a list and most of the time unfortunately we choose to suffer in silence.
Which is no good for anyone’s mental health
Sometimes we do to at because we don’t feel strong enough to deal with it out loud other times it’s because we cannot put into words how we fee inorder to deal with it.
When it comes to the world of kink lines get blurred easily and overstepped boundaries happen somewhat, and unfortunately, frequently. Which makes being able to express yourself a vital part of this and any community
And then comes along a thing or event that cuts through whatever barrier we have so deeply that we have no choice but to find the words
For once finding the words was actually easy an old song on the radio sums up feelings perfectly for once.
“Is it too late … Nothing to salvage,
You look away …. Clear all the damage
The meaning to, All words of love
Has disappeared….
“We used to love one another ,Give to each other
Lie under covers so, Are you friend or foe
Love one another, Live for each other
So, are you friend or foe
'Cause I used to know
The promises….
Hollow concessions
An innocent show of affection
I touch your hand…
A hologram
Are you still there?
We used to love one another
Give to each other
Lie under covers so,
Are you friend or foe
Love one another
Live for each other
So, are you friend or foe”
As we know there are two sides to every story so I simply ask this
Are you friend of foe?
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