Jason just turned 45. He looked at the birthday cake his mates had bought him. No wife, and in a career he hated. What had he achieved in life so far? He thought to himself… All of his mates were married with kids. He’d spend his nights wanking, always feeling a sense of guilt after.
Most of his mates had left his house after a few birthday drinks, back to their own lives. His mate’s cousin Alex had cone along… Jason hadn’t spoken to him much all evening, but he’d overheard him say he was 27, and worked in IT. It was clear he worked out, he wasn’t particularly huge but was well toned. Jason definitely felt a bit of envy about his lean body.
About 5 minutes after everyone had left, Jason heard the door open.
“Alright mate, just forgot my wallet.” He heard Alex’s voice shout from the corridor.
Alex walked into the kitchen and Jason shyly said “oh did you? Oh yes must be this one?”
Jason picked up the wallet from the chair and passed it to him, nearly tripping over himself in the exchange.
“One too many lad?” Laughed Alex.
“I’m getting too old for this 💩” Jason replied.
“Too old to party?” Alex asked.
“Yeah, I guess I am.”
“Fucking hell man it’s your birthday you sound miserable as fuck… did you not have a nice time?”
Alex noticed Jason was looking at his arms and chest. He’d noticed Jason was doing this earlier when Alex was joking with the other lads.
“You checking me out bro?”
“What.. erm… what do you mean? No, checking you out?”
“Yeah man, looking at my chest and arms like you’re fixed on them…”
Jason’s face turned bright red, as he spluttered “No man I’m not… I’m not a…”
“A what?” Alex asked.
Jason’s eyes had moved to focusing on Alex’s feet.
Jason stuttered “A… you know… A faggot!”
Alex started laughing.
“You seem pretty focused on my feet now lad. You sure you’re not thinking dirty things?”
Jason panicked now. He didn’t know what to think or say. Had the thought crossed his mind? Was he feeling envy about this 27 year old’s body or was it something else?
Jason started to speak but couldn’t find the words, he could feel his face getting redder and his palms were sweating and shaking.
The smile had gone from Alex’s face now. He looked stern as he stepped in front of Jason.
“Why don’t you get on your knees bitch? and I’ll tell you how this is going to go.”
Jason still couldn’t make eye contact with Alex. He didn’t understand why, but his knees started to jerk, and before he knew it, he was kneeling in front of the 27 year old. Eyes still focused on his feet.
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After a hiatus of around 6 months, I am back on the site, same profile name as before, and looking to reconnect with lots of people again. I thought it better to disconnect completely, and only rejoin when i was ready to connect with people again, and commit to being a dom Master on here again.
Looking forward to talking to you all. Come and say hello. Iwill respond as soon as I can
I come on here, with the expectation of having fun, chatting, possibly cracking a few jokes, and of course getting tips/gifts.
This morning I tried cracking a joke and instead of the other person messaging me to say that he didn't find it funny or to say "sorry CB, you got it wrong" he just instantly blocked me, I tried reaching out on another platform to find out what I done wrong and to apologise.
Since this morrnings blocking, I have looked at myself on this site and to be fair and honest, I feel like I am not welcome anymore, I feel like am getting pushed out and that people only speak to me if am the only one in chat or just to be pleasant.
I have come to the conclusion that when I can withdraw all my tips I will and then will delete my profile as I don't want to be a burden to anyone, also I don't want to be in chat where I am not welcome.
I know most will see this as negativity, but it is how I feel, I will think about staying or rejoining, but I will have to be made feel welcome, 😢😢
For some personal facts, i love reading, specially fantasy novels and more classic literature, i really enjoy horror too, specially cosmic and body horror. I also enjoy videogames and cooking, along with helping my local creature refuge and just interacting with creatures in general, ive been trying to befriend neighbouring magpies for example.
Now then, you might be asking yourself "yeah, thats fine, but why would i give you my money" and to that, my dear sub to be, i have an easy answer, It's not so much about the money silly, but more so the show of powerlessness you accept when submitting it, be it for a new coffee i want to try, ingredients for a recipee, pc parts, second hand books, sex toys, whatever i want to do with your sweet tips is mine to decide, but it will certainly be better than just sitting idle in your wallet. Also, i can be devilishly mischievous and charming in equal parts, silver tongued, if you will, so dont be shy, i do bite, but its only to mark you as mine :}
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
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 😂
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 – 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 wasn’t 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. I’m not brave. I’m just a Slave with a heart.
I’ve been to the dungeon before. I’ve stood in the face of adversity and cruelty and survived. I’ve endured the degradation of unhelpful, taunting messages from Doms and Subs, and yes, I have all your names. I’ve 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. It’s not about targets. It’s 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 ‘professionally enhanced’ 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 HighViz’s 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.
“One day I will be Number One.” Desperate words from
Fagof2Sirs who now steals my money to enhance his fraudulent service.
“I hope to be Sub of the Day FOREVER” Wrote SubJeffie who
is stealing my thunder.
“I am a teapot.” Poor Cynic, made mad by the torments.
Finally, days of misery were broken by the long-awaited message
from my Master: “Slave. Where’s my coffee?” He continued: “You’ll 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?”
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.
“Why? Why have you done this to me? Discarded me? Thrown
me into this place?” I screamed.
He turned. His eyes sparkling with jealousy: “Slave, you
are TOO HANDSOME!”
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, ‘I Will Survive!’
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