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REAL WORLD SERVICE TASK

I had an online dom for a while who gave me real world assignments every week.

He started me out buying coffee for complete strangers every day for a week. I would have to choose a man in the cafe or coffee shop and offer to pay. He wanted me to get used to being the subservient role in every day life to younger alpha males.

The next week I was to purchase articles of food for them—step in after they order and insist on paying. If they asked why, I was to say that they deserved someone to treat them or simply that it was my pleasure.

The third week he had me pay for their meals at restaurants.

And the fourth week, I was to buy them groceries at the check out line in the grocery store.

The condition was they were to be people that I did not know or men I did know to be dominant and whom I found attractive. It was a very intense experience.

And my quota was 30 men ideally in a single month, one a day, but if I missed a day, I could make it up.

And he enjoyed having me report in on who what when how and what response I got. And it was so intense to have a daily focus like that and then the repeated experience of eroticized but wholly non sexual, personally non-gratifying service to men who didn’t know me but whom I found attractive.

Some were fine with it, most actually, but some definitely found it weird and definitely reacted to me as if I were an old creep. But as he reminded me, that’s what I was. It was very demeaning when that was the response. But I learned how it would be to not just be demeaned like that but actually seek it out and make it happen. That’s why he had me do it: to rivet into me the experience of the reality of what I am and how it is to genuinely serve alpha males.

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Why Humiliate a faggot?

Humiliation breaks down a faggot’s ego and allows it to accept its rightful place.

Humiliation ensures that a faggot remains humble.

Humiliation shows that the faggot is inferior to all real men.

Humiliation keeps a faggot submissive.

Humiliation purges any sense of equality from the faggot.

Humiliation makes a faggot more obedient.

Humiliation eradicates all pride from the faggot.

Humiliation forces the faggot to focus on its sole purpose of serving real men.

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Slave Phrases

Training slaves has many layers. There are vocal commands, hand signals, and the breaking down of individual will to reorient the slave mind towards a long term period of devotion, attention and loyal service.

Slaves should repeat what their Masters tell them, and I find it useful to put words in my slaves mouths. It's good to say things your Master has approved of in advance. What a slave says should always reflect the goal of making their Master happy, or carrying out their Master's will.

Here are some helpful phrases every slave should learn, so that their daily tasks and lives can revolve around their Master's will all the more easily. These phrases should become secondhand for a slave to utter when in the presence of the greatness that is their Alpha.

A LIST OF SLAVE PHRASES AND VOCABULARY:

“I am here to serve you, Master/Sir/My Lord.” “Master/Sir/My Lord is wise in all things.” “I am at your command, Master/Sir/My Lord.” "Master/Sir/My Lord is correct." "Master/Sir/My Lord is always correct."  

“Yes, Master/Sir/My Lord.”  

“I obey, Sir/Master/My Lord.” "What can I do for my honored Sir/Master/Lord?" 

“How may I serve you, my wonderful Master?” 

“You are my Superior, and I bow to you, Sir/Master/My Lord.” "My Master/My Lord speaks the truth and I am honored by your teachings, Sir." 

"Thank you, Master/Sir/My Lord, for giving me the gift of your ownership."

"Master's/My Lord's word is law. I shall obey every word."

“You’re the Boss, Sir.” “Right away, Boss.” "Whatever you say, Boss!" (the boss lines are really good for addressing Superior Masters in public, especially when delivered with a chipper and positive attitude)

“Your every command is my pleasure to obey, Sir/Master/My Lord.” 

It's not just good for a slave. It's good for a Master to hear his slave utter such reverence because vocalizing the truth of a dominant/submissive relationship is a key factor in submission to a more powerful dominant personality. It signifies an understanding and acceptance of truth. It solidifies roles and it cements them, and connects a slave's thoughts with gratitude for receiving orders. It teaches the importance of reminding both parties who is significant and who is insignificant, who is Superior and who is inferior. Actions, chores, punishments and mind conditioning are all important aspects of the Master/slave relationship, with the slave becoming a perfect reflection of the Master's will. Let the slave's words flow with affection and above all a proper respect for the true man he serves.

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"Hey. Idiot. Go ahead and lick my boots. It's your treat."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Good boy. Yeah, just like a dog. You love licking my boots because you're just a dumb animal, ain't that right you big pussy?"

"Yes, Master. You are always right, Sir."

He drops cigar ash on your head. It burns your scalp. You are fine with that. It's what you deserve.

"Hey, dummy. Get in worship position."

You kneel and bow your head with arms outstretched. He puts a boot on your back.

"Who's my slave forever?"

"I am, Sir." you fervently tell him. You want him to know how much you love him. Every word you utter is a word Master puts in your mouth. Obedience shows your love for him.

"Who's a big dumb animal?"

"I am, Sir."

"Get up, Fido. Open your mouth."

Cigar ash enters your mouth. You always reel from the sensation of it. He hands you a water bottle and down it goes. You are grateful for the water. His cigar smoke fumes around your head as he blows smoke in your face. You inhale it gratefully.

"You're going to make me a big pot roast tonight, huh fag? My little fag wife is gonna make me a pot roast."

"Yes, Sir."

"You know what you're gonna eat? Tofu and lima beans in a blender. You'll eat slave mush. Say you like eating slave mush."

"I like eating slave mush, Master."

"Good boy, Fido. Get up."

He pushes you down and laughs as you try to do so. His glee is sadistic. He blows cigar smoke and parades around so arrogantly. He is fine with owning you. He feels no guilt.

"Alright, for real this time. Get up, jackass."

You are so happy. Every day you are bullied is an adventure. Your Master is so Superior to you. It makes you happy to be put in your place as a slave on a daily basis. You deserve your enslavement.

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You look at him with reverence.

He is everything you aren't.

He is a real man and you aren't.

"Take the garbage out, slave." He will casually tell you this. "Clean the fucking gutters while I'm at the gym, retard." The words from his lips are always sacred, no matter how cruel. "You're so fuckin' weak and puny. Get me a protein shake, shit for brains."

At home, he trips you, picks you up and tosses you around. Sometimes, he likes to hold you up by your feet. Or hold you against the wall by your neck to show you how much stronger and physically superior he will always be. It's his house. You do everything you can do please your MASTER. He can berate you, taunt you, bully you, laugh at you, smirk as he holds you captive, smacks you around.

You are putty in his hands. You are putty. You ara a weak little bitch and he makes you feel that every day, reminds you of it so you never forget. You are grateful to Master. He understands that you must live with the truth or your weakness. You need him, a true Superior who can push you around like the wimp you are. A bully who takes pleasure in your humiliation and constant inferiority.

You are such a lucky slave.

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Recon deleted my account

They tried to force me to take down my profile statements indicating my support for Donald J Trump, and the MAGA movement. I refused to take down my words. Recon is owned by liberal faggots. If you’re a fan of mine and wondering why my account disappeared, that’s why. 

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Tobey the Slave, a character from my story “Slave Island Paradise, Part 1″ 

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SLAVE ISLAND PARADISE   PART 1

  Tobey is such a good boy.

“Would you like me to lower my ass for you, Sir?” he asks me, his hands pressed against the counter. I tell him yes, just a bit. Carefully he lowers his ass. I fuck him while still wearing my business attire. I’m wearing a ten thousand dollar outfit between the suit and the pants. I look like a fucking dream. A DILF that stands out whenever I go anywhere. It’s called being an Alpha male. Most of you wouldn’t know what that’s really like, what it really involves. Well, I’m a slave owning Alpha male, a Master for those of you who have never met one. I quite love owning my slaves. I feel sheer joy in owning another man.

 I enter his asshole, and he makes sure to slide in across my cock with his hole. He knows how to work me right away now. He’s so meek and compliant. He’s very sensitive to my needs now. I made sure of it. He truly understands how to approach me now.

 Of course, I had to beat that sense into him. See that bruise on his back? He talked back to me. He should never, ever talk back to me. He was all piss and vinegar when I first met him but after torturing him for a few months, he was ready to be a good boy. He knows he’ll never get off this island. It’s just me and all my men. My men have guns and they’ll shoot him if he even thinks about saying anything to the authorities. My mansion and compound are very private and spacious. Lots of room for me and my slaves to explore all of my needs and wants.

 “You like being fucked, asshole? Huh?”

 “Yes, please fuck me, Sir. Please keep fucking me. It feels so good, Sir,” he moans like a bitch. I put my hand down there, where his little stump is. His angelic face crumples as I start to really power fuck him. He braces himself on the counter by stretching his arms out. I fuck him so much harder knowing that I have the dick in this family and he no longer has his. I got rid of it. I’m allowed to do that. I’m allowed to do whatever I want to my slaves. It feels so good knowing that. I fucking drill my dick into him, the son I never had, the slave I always wanted. Nice, compliant, always afraid of me, what I’ll do.

 I broke him. He used to be wild.

 He was, at one point, a punk. A no good punk. He was used to getting his way with his looks.

“What the fuck are you looking at, faggot?” That was the first thing he said to me when I was merely appreciating the merchandise. I laughed. He had no idea who I was. How much wealth I had. I was so monied up I could do anything to anyone.

“I’m sorry, are you talking to me?”

“Yeah, I’m talkin’ to you. You’ve been queering out all day, looking at me. Go fuck off, I’m not a fag.”

 That had been at the resort. Such a small encounter. I was intrigued and set my spies to tell me everything he was doing. They hacked into his emails and phone. Found all kinds of things. It turns out he was running drugs down in another country. Such a no no. Tsk tsk. The authorities are loyal to me there as well, enough to help me drug him in the middle of the night.

 I doubt anyone is looking for him. He came only with his drug dealer friends and they took that as a sign that someone wanted them dead, some drug rivals must have kidnapped their friend.

 It was so much fun to see the look on his face when I told him they’d abandoned him. And that he was never getting out. That I owned my own fucking island resort, that it was a place for just the richest who could afford it.

 I spit and kicked as my men grabbed him. He tried to bite them and me. “

Now now, son, this will only hurt a minute. I’m giving you a nice needle full of drugs that will make you feel so good. Isn’t that right? Let the medicine do its work, son.” That was Dr. Adler talking. He was a great man, a doctor of high renown. He had three slaves living with him on this island and all he had to do was care after the staff. Most of them had slaves or had absolute loyalty to me. I had dirt on all of them, of course. I chose most of my staff out of former criminal thugs who I had trained by the best and elevated their status considerably as my bodyguards. My top three security men were former military and they all had slaves. No slave had any rights on this island and could not go anywhere without permission from his Master.

My cum explodes in his ass knowing I took his freedom from him.

“Fuck yeah! FUCK YEAH! HAHAHAHAHA! HOW DOES THAT FEEL, FUCKFACE? YOU DUMB MOTHERFUCKER! YOU FUCKING EUNUCH!”

I stare at it, the pool of cum dribbling out of his ass and I smile. I’m so proud of it.

“Lick it up, bitch. Off the floor.”

I love to make him eat my cum wherever it is.

Even the way he uses his tongue know is devoid of insolence. He takes long, slow, thoughtful licks of my jizz off the floor, not missing a tiny drop.

“You’re never gonna cross me again, are you, huh? You cockless wonder.”

“No, Sir.”

 “You ‘re my slave forever, and nothing can ever stop me from getting what I want. Get me a beer, faggot.”

“Yes, Sir.” He meekly rises from the floor. He always walks with his head slightly bowed, as he has been taught. “Here you are, Master,” he whispers it affectionately, careful not to ever make me angry with his tone of voice. He is the picture-perfect slave. When he says anything to me, what he’s really saying is “Please don’t be angry with me, I’m your bitch, Sir.”

“Mmmmm. I had a good day,” I tell him. “I found my old high school bully, one of the niggers that used to beat me up.” I should mention I’m a self-made man. I certainly didn’t grow up rich, though the fact that I was so desperate to become wealthy was motivated in part by the anger which fueled me. I desired to be respected, admired, and feared. So that is what I went for. Now I’m worth billions. I am as merciless as they come, especially to my competition. I’ll maneuver myself as a shark and gobble up anyone that tries to go up against me. I love doing that, being the top dog predator. It’s who I am now. I don’t just ruin people’s lives, I ruin them and then I make them subservient to me, so that I can benefit off of them losing their autonomy. And then I make their lives better, increase production, value and wealth for us all. All I ask for is that everyone kisses the ring and knows I’m the boss.

“He should never have done that, Sir!” My slave is so quick to agree and sound the exact note of sympathetic and pathetic that I require. “No one should ever think of crossing you, Master.” He shakes his head to convey the fervency of his new feelings.

“Well, as luck would have it, he’s in jail doing 20 years and he’s only halfway through his sentence. He’ll agree to anything. That’s normally what you can count on a nigger for. Now, you will never cross me, will you?”

“No, Sir.”

“You’re going to watch a new slave get trained. Won’t that be fun?”

“That sounds amazing, Sir. I would love to watch you make him your slave. You should, Sir. You’re the most amazing man in the world.”

“I know.” I smile. My slave tells me exactly what I want him to. He has a pre-approved list of what he can say to me for any given situation. I control his thoughts and his mind now. His life revolves around my happiness, this former straight drug peddling wannabe gangster. Imagine how honored I was to be the one that first raped him? I still remember it. He was tied up and drugged up. He enjoys it now. I gave him special treats when he was a good boy after I used him as my fucktoy; that was when I was first torturing him. I tied him up and kept him awake for at least a full solid week for the first session. I’d have him listen to the nice music, get him real good and brainwashed, have him fucked with a dildo machine half the day and trained him to accept cock on the same machine. He’s such a good boy now.

He was so fucking brainwashed within just the first month, he would have thrown himself in front of a speeding car for me. That’s how much Tobey loves me now.

“Kneel,” I say, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. He cowers before me. Even after the first week of brainwashing, he tried to escape. I had to nip that in the bud. I got him real good and brainwashed after that. I drink my beer and give him a piss bath.

“You know, it feels good to be me,” I say, the piss hitting his head at full force. “I’m rich, I own a slave, I’m a slave owner. Feels real fucking good to be in charge, slave. Don’t that piss feel good, stupid?”

“Yes, Sir. Of course, Sir. It is an honor to receive your piss, Sir.”

“That’s what I always say, faggot. Hey, you clean that up now. Suck up my piss off the floor like a good dog. Attaboy!”

As he’s sucking my piss off the floor, debasing himself in ways he never dreamed imaginable just a year ago, I continue.

“As I was saying, there’s this nigger and I’m gonna buy his freedom and bring him here to serve me. It’ll be great. His name is…was…Leroy. That means king. Black people and their fuckin’ names. No nigger is a king. Only white men are kings, isn’t that right, slave?”

“Yes, Sir.” He’s almost done licking up every drop of my piss. I don’t do this often, just when I’m in a really good mood.

“God, that makes my dick hard. Hey, bring that mouth of yours over here, Fuckface.” I have him follow me into one of many spacious living rooms. I hold my beer in one hand, sit down and instruct him to suck my cock, so I can see his big stupid eyes in that handsome worthless face of his. “Make Daddy happy, Bitch.”

He looks to me for constant approval. When he’s working, he’s usually naked and not allowed to wear clothing because he’s mostly an indoor slave.

I watch his beautiful face as I cum hard again, and it fills him with joy, happiness and fulfillment to be my cum dumpster. He’s been beyond brainwashed, I’d say. I had him do ten full weeks of the Treatment, where he was given very special drugs that make the user incredibly malleable, so much so that the commands, suggestions and programming that takes place in The Treatment Room are permanent, so long as they complete their three weeks. There’s no chance he will ever, in a million years, be brought back from the craven slave I’ve made him into. He is happy only as a slave, a doormat, an abused little house fag slave. He thinks he always secretly wanted it, haha! He thinks anything I tell him to think.

It makes me so happy, seeing him slurping on my dick, this former straight boy loser from some white trash little town. Now he’s a slave and his white trash drug dealer friends mysteriously disappeared not long after.

“I’m hungry. Bring me sirloin steak and pate with a charcuterie and an arugula salad.”

“Yes, Master.” He rushes off to make my meal. Why would I ever want to date anyone, I tell you? I have the perfect life, a man whose every desire revolves around ME, as it rightfully should. I mean, look at me. 44 years old and I have enough money to buy and sell actual men! It warms my heart to know I get away with it because I have the money, and that I can bring that joy to other Masters. We have our own little world here, far away from prying eyes. I take care of my business, I make money being ruthless, I come home and fuck my slaves. What could be better?

Oh yeah, revenge against an old enemy. There are quite a few here with me now. All of them perfectly obedient.

Tobey serves me with an actual silver platter, real 100% silver. Only the best for me.

“Mmm. Looks tasty. You know what would make my life easier, slave?”

“No, Master. Master, if there’s anything I can do to make your life easier, please let me know, My Lord.”

Always such a good boy. He says all the right things, because they are things I tell him to say. He has a list of acceptable slave talk. For the most part, I don’t require him to think. It’s not like the dipshit was ever that smart to begin with and now he truly understands that he’s an inferior dumbass and he needs a smarter, ruggedly handsome Alpha male to rule over him as his Master. He feels inferior to me in every way. He loves me so. He really looks up to me. All part of the program to make him better.

And it does make him better. I’ve tracked down people that used to know him that were looking into his disappearance. I have men everywhere, honestly, willing to take care of my business. All the people who were looking into his disappearance were people he owed money to. I couldn’t have asked for a better blessing than this small-town loser.

Changing sexuality is a hell of a thing, and requires real work. But Dr. Adler is a genius and convinced Tobey that the reason he wanted to get rid of his dick was because he always felt inferior to other men, greater men, Alpha males. On this island, there were Alphas and slaves. The slaves were vastly inferior to their Masters and they all knew it. There is not a slave on this island who would ever dare to think of doing anything their Master disapproved of.

Tobey was so happy when he woke up and found out he didn’t have a dick or balls anymore. I came into the room and he was all smiles, lifting up the sheet and seeing all the bandages.

“It’s gone? It’s really gone?” He was like a puppy dog, all excited. I touched his face gingerly and held it in my hands.

“Oh, faggot,” I said to him “You don’t have a cock and balls no more! You’re even more of a fag than before and you got less parts! Ha! You’re such a loser! You don’t have a cock and balls! You’re not a real man anymore, you’re a fucking PUSSY BOY! Open your mouth, fag!” Overjoyed, he opened his mouth. I cleared my throat and hacked a big loogie into his mouth. He swallowed it proudly.

“Now,” I continued. “Pretty soon you’ll be all healed up and I can fuck the stump since you also got some vag tissue slapped on down there now!” I lit up a cigar in his face and he smiled blissfully. I can smoke wherever I want. Isn’t that great? It’s my fucking island.

I look at him now, so pathetically hoping for even a scrap of my attention, however negative or positive. Any time with me is time that he reveres.

I make him eat dog food. It’s actually a special slave food in the shape of dog food but eating kibble humbles my slave so well.

I take him on a walk and one of my security techs comments that he’s looking like a real dumb cunt. Slave thanks him right away. I nod to my inferior. Even a nod from me is worth more than this dumb fag.

 I have so much to prepare for. A new slave is coming to the island and he will have plenty of company. All the slaves here will welcome him once he’s broken in and trained properly as they all have been.

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“Hey. Who’s a big stupid fag whore?”

“Me, Sir.”

“You. You’re gonna get fucked by me tonight. You’re gonna get fucked by all my friends. They’re gonna take turns with you. They’re gonna call you anything they want, say anything they want, they can spit on you or piss on you, make you drink cum or piss. They can treat you like a dog and make you act like one. You understand that, you pathetic shitstain?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You’re not gonna do nothin’ to embarrass me, or I will spank you so fucking fast. In fact.”

Whack! Whack! Whack!

“That’s just to make sure you’re listening because there can always be more. You understand me, Faggot?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Who owns you”

“You do, Master.” Slave’s breath rate was increasing. Good, Master Dave thought.

Get on your knees and worship me some before they get here. Lick my shoes clean like the dog you are.”

“Yes, Sir.” Slave obeyed.

“It’s a good thing I came along, isn’t it, Fuckface? You will never do anything but be my slave, you will never leave me. This is your fate forever.”

“Yes, Sir.”

And then Slave felt piss dribbling down his head, and he smiled.

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You used to look way down on him, but he’s grown up quite a lot.

The neighbor boy. You used to drool over him when he was younger. But as he grew up, he outmuscled you more and more. It wasn’t hard. You’re not that impressive. He liked to show you how strong he was. He liked to outdo you, show you how much more he could lift than you. He did odd jobs for you at first, helping you with groceries and yard work. You paid him more than you should but it was easy to spoil him. He had a certain expectation and he used it more and more on you.

When he was 18, he showed up at your house and demanded to be let in, and swaggered on in like he owned the place. He told you to get him a beer and meet him in the living room. You brought it out to him, your heart racing. He told you to get down on your knees. He told you he’d looked at all your computer files for years without you knowing. He knew exactly how you worshiped him.

Now, he tells you to do chores for HIM. You do everything for him, in fact. He moved in with you not soon after claiming you as his property and lied to his parents about you being his “landlord”. He often brought home other men to fuck and made you watch and as you became more and more enamored with him, you also became more and more docile, obedient and quick to command. He had you on a short leash these days. Now that you’re fully trained to answer to His commands, you are a happy and productive faggot.

Thank your Master daily and tell him you are a worm not fit to taste the dirt between his boots, so you are lucky to get the chance. You fucking maggot. Bow down to your Master, fag breath. Taste the dirt. Taste it on your lips, the tang of it making you want to heave. But it’s an order from Him, and so it makes you happy.

He lives with ease. He’s finished with school and all these years later, no matter what, you still faithfully serve him. You get to live with Him, help bathe Him, clothe Him, spread your ass for Him.

So the least you can do is say:

“I’m fag scum and I deserve only the sheer joy of being a slave to an Alpha”

Go ahead. Say it.

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Principles and ground rules for the slave

A slave is:

obedient;

respectful;

humble;

submissive;

well-presented;

punctual, and;

productive.

Ground Rules

1. Know your place.  Your Owner, other Dominant men, and all men less submissive than you, are your superiors. Even if you dislike them personally or disagree with what they say, you will acknowledge their superiority at all times.

This does not mean doing anything you are told by anyone, but it does mean raising any objections in a respectful way; check with your Owner if in doubt.

2. It’s HIS decision. You may query an order if you need to find out more information or you need to make sure your Owner knows all the facts. You don’t get to disobey or ignore an order on the grounds that you think you know better. Your Owner always knows better than you.

3. Bulk up, boy. Go to the gym as often as possible, work out hard, take your supplements. The more muscle you have, the more valuable a piece of meat you are to your Owner.

4. Slaves don’t cum. Your cock should be locked in its cage for every moment that it’s practical. Whenever it’s not practical, hands off it! The purpose of all sexual and bdsm activities is the pleasure and amusement of your superiors. You can touch your cock to clean it, put it in its cage, or if told to touch it by your Owner. You cannot touch it to pleasure yourself.

The cage will always be worn when you’re engaged in any sexual activity with another man. The one exception is your current vanilla partner. Even in this situation, you will only orgasm if that is his express wish. You will make it clear that cumming is not your preferred option.

You’ll report any orgasm to your Owner for him to decide if you obeyed this rule.

5. Total. Submissive. Bottom. Firstly, stop all pretence of being in any way sexually versatile. Superiors fuck, you get fucked. You pleasure their cocks with your holes. Secondly, you never, ever attempt to dominate another man. Your fundamental nature is completely submissive - be true to it always.

Your Owner can decide who gets to use you, when and how.

6. Wear your collar. Wear visible evidence of your slavery wherever and whenever possible. The chain and lock should be worn whenever it is unlikely to seriously upset those around you, cause a work problem or place you in harm’s way.

You will wear the chain and lock as a rule, removing it as the exception. You’ll report the exceptions to your Owner for him to decide whether it really needed to be removed.

7. Make it obvious. In addition to your chain, you’ll dress in ways that draw attention to your body and accentuate your status as a muscle-jock slave. If in doubt, go for slutty. When possible, go for fetish. In short, do everything you can to make it easy for superior men to sexually objectify you and identify you as the submissive muscle slut you are.

The exceptions to this are situations where dressing this way would cause undue upset to your friends or family, or risk your employment. Report exceptions to your Owner so he can decide if they’re genuine or not.

8. Slaves have tits. Take any and every opportunity to encourage superior men - both strangers and open-minded friends - to play with them. 

Make your tits grow, but keep them sensitive and supple. Take proper care of them.

9. You will change. You will cooperate with your Owner to change you in physical and mental ways that make you a better slave. Some changes may be temporary, some will not be. You may become a dumb beast fit only for menial labour, sex, pain and entertainment by the time this process is done, never doubt that is a good thing for you to be.

Humiliation public and private, physical trials, hypnotic conditioning, new rules governing behaviour more closely, or more subtle manipulation may play a part. Embrace this process, accept its inevitability - and cooperate fully. Suggest to your Owner anything you think would help make you more humble and less human.

10. Always be honest. If you break a rule, report it to your Owner immediately. If you feel doubt or worry about something he’s told you to do, respectfully communicate that doubt to him straight away. You can have no secrets from him.

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This is an EXCELLENT primer for cashfags. Do not approach a cashmaster for free time. Know in advance that what you want is to tribute to a man who is superior to you in every way. The money is just a way for you to prove your faghood.

Come to me, faggots. Come to me and give me your money, you pathetic cunts. You need me. You need a man who can bully you. That’s what you need. Bullying is awesome. It puts you in your place. You’re not like other men. You need a stronger Alpha to humiliate and degrade you. It’s fun for Superior men like me to push little fags around. It’s awesome.

Mother Nature gave me the genes to tell unimportant little fags like you what to do. Mother Nature gave fags like you fag genes so that you could obey Superior men like me. It’s in your Nature. Don’t deny your faggot nature if you’re a faggot.

MY NAME IS MASTER DJ. I AM A CASHMASTER, AND I HAVE ENSLAVED HUNDREDS OF MEN OVER THE YEARS. THEY ALL BOW TO ME. THEY WORSHIP ME. THEY CRAVE ME. THEY LOVE ME. I DESERVE IT ALL.

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“You insolent. Fucking. Dipshit. You’re a fucking flea. Say it.” His boss smacks him around like he would any other fag.

“I’m a flea, Sir.”

“You’re a great big dummy and you fucked up. Say it.”

“I’m a great big dummy and I fucked up, Sir.”

“You’re gonna suck my dick now. You know why? Because I caught you stealing my goddamn money and if you don’t suck my dick, I’ll fire your ass, and you’ll be on the goddamn street. And you think the government is gonna help you out then, huh?”

His newest prize looked sadly down at the floor.

“Hey. Eyes up at me, Stupid,” his boss told him. The thing about his boss is he always spoke so calmly and certainly. He didn’t raise his voice and he didn’t have to. His words were ice going down his new slave’s veins. And that’s what he was going to be now. A sex slave.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” his subordinate croaked.

“Yeah, I know you’re sorry,” his boss told him. His voice betrayed no emotion. “I’ve told a few of my associates about you. Men that like a nice hot younger man to service them. Some of them are old and fat. But they’re rich and powerful. So you’ll be servicing them, won’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” his dumb little office drone answers.

“You like dick, don’t ya?”

“Yes, Sir. I am gay, Sir.”

“You’re a fag is what you mean. Gay men can do a lot of things. Fags are just cocksuckers. They obey real men. Repeat that.”

“Fags obey other men. Fags are cocksuckers.”

“Are you a fag?”

“Yes, Sir,” the fag whispers.

“Good. Because from now on, if you want to survive, you’ll do as I tell you. And don’t think about running, because if you run, I’m connected. I’ll find you. And I know people that can do horrible things to you and you don’t want that, do you, fag?” Again, the calm voice mixed with threats sends chills like ice water down the fag’s body.

“Please don’t hurt me, Sir. I didn’t know you were connected, Sir.”

Thugs had captured him one night and taken him to a warehouse. They had talked with his boss, who told him all about what was going to happen. He knew about the money laundering and it wasn’t going to go well for the faggot. He had him roughed up that night, enough to be scared.

“I think we need a new name for you. How about Kyle? I like that name. From now on, when you get fucked and used, you’re going to be Kyle. Kyle the boy whore. Kyle the slut. Kyle the sex slave,” his boss says, holding his new slave’s chin firmly in his hand. “That sounds very good to me.”

“Yes, Sir,” the fag says, but it’s difficult for him to speak with his new Master holding his mouth together.

“What’s your new name, slut?”

“My new name is Kyle, Sir.”

“Very good, slave. You’re being obedient. Now, tonight, you’re going to go away for a little mini vacation,” his new Master tells him. It scares the new slave that his Master is actually using the word “slave”. It seems like reality is crashing into him, finally.

“Where? Why?” Slave Kyle is panicked now.

“Shhhhhhh. Shhhhhh. It’s fine. They’re going to give you some pills and make all your bad thoughts go away. They’ll make it easier for you to do the things I want you to do, that’s all.” Slave Kyle doesn’t understand yet. His mind is racing with fear. Master continues: “It’s going to be easier in the long run. There are techniques that can help make you more accommodating, more docile. You want to be more docile and gentle, don’t you? That would be very pleasing for me.”

“Yes, Sir. Of course, Sir.”

“Good boy. Now you’re going to suck my cock like a good slut and you’re going to swallow all of my cock. It’s very big so I want you to breathe through your nose, okay?”

Slave Kyle makes a whine sound of pain the way a dog would, sharp and clear. A puddle of drool escapes from his lips before Master takes out the cock he’s going to suck.

Slave doesn’t know this yet, but he is in for a lifetime of sex slavery, of obeying powerful men and bowing to them, serving them, and soon all of his bad thoughts will go away.

Slave will learn to accept being a slave.

Acceptance of one’s fate is a good thing in these uncertain times, after all.

MY NAME IS MASTER DJ. I AM A CASHMASTER, AND I HAVE ENSLAVED HUNDREDS OF MEN OVER THE YEARS. THEY ALL BOW TO ME. THEY WORSHIP ME. THEY CRAVE ME. THEY LOVE ME. I DESERVE IT ALL.

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ALL FAGS LOVE ME. ALL FAGS WORSHIP ME. ALL FAGS CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF ME. YOU CRAVING SOME ORDERS, YOU LOWLY MAGGOT? HUH? COME MESSAGE ME ABOUT HOW MUCH YOU WANT TO SERVE. MASTER DJ IS HERE, AND I’M BETTER THAN YOU IN EVERY WAY.

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