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Are you a faggot?

First off, let me be clear that i am not using the term faggot in a pejorative sense. One of the most effective ways of taking the sting out of a word is to re-appropriate it from the haters, and redefine it yourself. This must of course happen in a supportive environment, among those who accept you as you are. That enables you to defiantly and bravely own up to what you are. And to realize that there are appreciative Alphas/Men out there who would love nothing better than to have their own personal fag. Don’t let others keep you from living the life that fits you best. And without shame.

In this re-appropriated meaning, the following are some pretty strong indicators that you are a faggot:

1. Your primary sex organ is not your penis.

Most males (gay or straight) derive most of their sexual pleasure from their penises. Men love to ejaculate, and they find great satisfaction in the power of their ejaculations. They take great pride in their penises and in phallic symbolism.

Faggots, on the other hand, are often embarrassed by their penis. It may be relatively small. Many have weak erections. Some have low testosterone levels. On the other hand, faggots generally take great pleasure in their butts and assholes. They are compelled to play with this area, stimulate it using fingers, dildos, or butt plugs, and learn to have prostate-induced anal orgasms rather than (or in addition to) penile orgasms. For faggots, their asshole becomes their primary sex organ, not their penis. Most regard their mouths as a primary or secondary sex organ. 

2. You are unable to top.

In general, Men are born with a natural desire to penetrate and ejaculate. It is their prime instinct. Men love to watch their cocks slide into their partner, love to hear their moans as they fuck them, and enjoy the feeling of pumping their warm seminal fluid into them.

Faggots, on the other hand, cannot see themselves as anything other than a receptive hole for a Man’s cock. A faggot will never penetrate anyone else. The idea has no appeal, and there is no motivation to do so. My penis does not get aroused at the thought. It remains flaccid.

When being fucked, faggots typically feel little or no motivation to touch their penises, preferring instead to focus on the penetration. Many faggots remain flaccid while getting fucked, so focused are they on their asshole as primary sex organ. 3. You dislike receiving oral sex.

From my first sexual experience with another male, I noticed that I did not enjoy receiving oral sex. My penis remained flaccid, and the experience was embarrassing and made me intensely uncomfortable. That is not atypical. There are at least two reasons for this. One, already described above, is that a faggot’s penis is not experienced as a primary sex organ. Another is that the position of power a blowjob bestows upon the receiver is antithetical to the true nature of a faggot. 

Almost all Men (gay or straight) love to receive a good blowjob. Faggots are the exception. They typically recoil from the idea. Now that I’ve come to understand my true nature, the very thought of receiving a blowjob fills me with disgust and horror. I’ve heard the same from many faggots over the years.

4. You are service oriented.

All gay bottoms are submissive to some degree; taking a dick up the ass requires at least a degree of submissiveness. But most are submissive only in the bedroom, and their bottoming is how they prefer to get off. In other words, there is a reciprocity. They seek their own orgasm as much as their partner’s. They consider themselves on a level plane to the Man who is fucking them. This is very similar to how most women view their relationships with Men.

A faggot is not only not equal to a Man (except in certain fundamental human rights as a human being), but the faggot itself knows and acknowledges that it is not equal. A faggot doesn’t focus on its own pleasure at all, in or out of the bedroom. At all times a true faggot focuses on the Man’s pleasure. Its own pleasure is merely incidental, and in no way central. 5. You have certain fetishes, and open to deeper forms of submission.

Certain fetishes tend to distinguish faggots from conventional gay bottoms. For instance, almost all faggots seem to have fetishes for aspects of a Man’s body that denote masculinity and power asymmetry. 

Faggots tend to very willingly kiss and lick a Man’s feet. They also tend to their lust for the smells of a Man. A Man’s used underwear might disgust most people, but a faggot typically desires these items. Faggots love to sniff and lick musky balls and armpits. While gay bottoms may enjoy such aspects, too, they rarely have the worshipful lust faggots reserve for them.

These fetishes might drive faggots to do things that ordinary gay bottoms would never do, such as swallow a Man’s piss, or get spanked.

6. You derive satisfaction from service.

Faggots achieve emotional satisfaction from serving a Man through menial tasks. A faggot finds great satisfaction while cleaning a Man’s bathroom, doing a Man’s dishes, or washing a Man’s laundry. Very few women or other gay Men exhibit this level of servitude, nor do they seem to derive pleasure from such tasks. 

In addition, a faggot does such chores without the expectation of reward. Contrast that mentality with women and gay Men, who often perform chores for a Man in the expectation that they will be rewarded in some way. Faggots do not have such expectations. Their reward comes from performing the service itself for a special Man.

Summing up, you are a faggot if: • You are more interested in your ass as your primary sex organ • You seek only the sexual satisfaction of the Man, not yourself. • You are attracted to the power of a Man • You are attracted to a Man’s intimate scents and, and not repelled by his spit and piss • You can derive pleasure from serving a Man through menial tasks

(Note: This post is heavily indebted to a previous one by @fagsworshipstraights. I did not reblog that post because i disagreed on a number of crucial points. So i’ve rewritten it to remove those points, add some of my own, including the all-important introductory paragraph, and make the argument more concise. Still, he deserves most of the credit.)

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The male submissive spectrum

If a dominant Man has or uses another, submissive male, then that male appears somewhere on this spectrum.

The spectrum is not fixed and many submissives may move around between adjacent columns.  The percentages indicate the degree of submission.

 “Freedom” indicates the level of freedom the submissive has to chose how to live and what to do it is a measure of its level of independence from a Superior

“Rights” indicates the level of rights such as freedom to speak, freedom to act compared to an average human male is is a measure of how much it has not ceded fully to is Superiors

“Obedience” indicates how seriously it takes commands for its Superior and how extreme those commands can be it is a measure of how total its Superiors control over it is

“Limits” indicates the percentage of things it would refuse to do or things rather than just obeying it thinks about first.  it is a measure of how much of itself it is holding back

Pets are not shown but if submissive a puppy is probably nearest to a boy and a pony nearest to a slave.

faggot is a relatively new term and means different things to different Men.  Some Men may see a faggot as a pushy gay bottom only acting like a slave in return for sex and this is definitely what faggot used to mean.  Other Men may see a faggot as scum and lower than an even an object and this definition seems to be gaining popularity as the appropriate label for such an extreme male slave.  Becoming just an object is all but impossible so faggot is placed between slave and object here as the lowest achievable level for a submissive male.

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115 Ways to Use and Abuse a Raunchy Faggot

In honor of the New Year, i decided to do a service for all the Men out there whose New Year’s resolution is to “use more faggots.” Here are 115 ways for Tops, Alphas, Doms, Superiors and Sirs to use and abuse a raunchy bottom, faggot, pig, slave or sub:

Sit back and make him suck your dick, nice and slow.

Train him to deepthroat your cock.

Fuck his face, balls-deep, like it’s a pussy.

Cock slap him.

Make him lick your sweaty balls.

Straddle his face and teabag him.

Spit on him.

Make him clean your sweaty ass after you work out.

Make him clean your dirty hole when you haven’t showered.

Piss on him.

Piss down his throat.

Piss in his ass.

Make him drink your piss from a glass.

Piss on a pair of underwear, or a jock strap, then wring it out over his face.

Finger his hole.

Fuck his ass.

Spank him.

Paddle him or whip him.

Fuck him with a dildo.

Make him clean a dildo after it’s been in his ass, your ass or another faggot’s ass.

Tie him up and use his holes.

Smack or slap his face.

Call him names.

Tag team him with a buddy.

Gangbang him with a group of friends or strangers.

Whore him out to friends or strangers.

Make him sniff and lick your piss-, shit- and/or cum-stained underwear.

Gag him with your dirty underwear, jockstrap or cum rag when you’re fucking him.

Cum on his face.

Cum on his face and make him wear the load out in public.

Cum on his ass.

Cum directly down his throat.

Cum in your hand, and make him eat it from your hand like a dog.

Organize a bukkake and cover his face with multiple cum loads.

Make him eat your cum off your buddy’s cock.

Cum on the floor or a table and make him lick it up.

Make him drink your load(s) from a shot glass.

Cum on food and make him eat it.

Save your loads on a cum rag, jockstrap or pair of underwear when you jerk off; when the cum rag is rank and full, make him suck the cum crust out of it.

Double-penetrate him with another Top or with a dildo.

Make him suck your cock while you’re taking a shit (i.e., give you a blumpkin).

Use his tongue as toilet paper after you take a dump.

Make him eat your shit.

Make him eat his own shit.

Make him jerk off with shit.

Make him smear his body with shit.

Flick or twist his nipples.

Write names (e.g., faggot, bitch, pig, slut), pictures (e.g., a cock and balls, a pig face, a toilet) or phrases (e.g., insert cock here, with an arrow pointing to its holes) on his body.

Make him lick your dirty toilet, or a public toilet, clean.

Make him wear a butt plug out in public (e.g., to the bar, to the gym, to the grocery store).

Piss on his underwear, or take a dump in his underwear, then make him wear them home.

Fart in his faggot face.

Tie him to your toilet when you have guys over, and tell them to use him instead of the toilet.

Fuck his face until he vomits, then make him clean the puke off your cock.

Don’t let him cum.

Make him ask your permission to jerk off or cum.

Make him eat his own cum.

Make him jerk off or finger himself while you and/or your friends watch.

Make him watch while you fuck another faggot.

Position him beneath you while you’re fucking another faggot and make him lick your cock as it goes in and out of the faggot’s hole.

Make him eat your ass while you’re fucking another faggot.

Make him clean your cock off after you fuck him.

Make him clean your cock off after you fuck another faggot.

Make him eat your load out of another faggot’s ass.

Make him clean out another faggot’s ass after you’ve fucked it.

Take photos and/or videos of him servicing your cock.

Finger your ass, then make him sniff and/or suck your stink finger.

Tie his cock and balls with a shoelace.

Blindfold him when you use him.

Fist his hole.

Fuck him with a condom and make him drink the cum out of it.

Make him drink the cum out of used condoms (e.g., at a party, at the bathhouse, at the park).

Cum in his ass.

Make him fuck another faggot, or get fucked by another faggot, while you watch.

Make him and another faggot fuck themselves on a double-ended dildo while you watch.

Make him lick your feet.

Use him as a footrest.

Make him give you a massage or footrub.

Hock a loogie in his face or down his throat.

Blow your nose on him.

Shoot a snot rocket in his mouth.

Take him to a bar; when his beer’s empty, refill the glass or bottle with your piss and make him drink it in public.

Make him pee at the urinal (e.g., at the movies, at the gym, at the bar) with his pants around his ankles so everyone knows he’s a faggot.

Shave his body.

Shave his head.

Save your piss in a bucket, and make him bathe with it.

Keep him in chastity.

Decide what he wears.

Make him wear a collar and leash.

Keep him in a cage.

Make him do domestic chores for you (e.g., laundry, cleaning, shopping).

Make him sniff poppers, then use him.

If you’re uncut, make him clean and eat the smegma from your cock.

Make him wear a ball gag.

Make him crawl in your presence, like a dog.

Make him eat his meals out of a dog dish.

Torture him with hot wax.

Make him give himself an enema — with water, or perhaps your piss — while you watch.

Give yourself an enema, then release it all over his face or body.

Make him service anonymous cock at a gloryhole.

Engage him in forced workouts.

Fuck him with found objects around your home (e.g., a broom handle, a beer bottle, a carrot, a cucumber, a wooden spoon).

Make him beg for your cock.

Feed him your pre-cum.

Make him lick your sweaty pits.

Make him call you “Master” or “Sir.”

Make him wear a hood while you use him so that the only sensation he has is the feeling of your cock in his hole.

Cum in his ass, then make him fart your cum into his hand and eat it.

Felch your cum out of his ass, then feed it to him.

Make him lick you head to toe.

Make him pick your pubes out of your underwear or off your toilet and eat them.

Make him wear a puppy tail in his ass.

Make him lick your boots.

Make him do a strip tease for you.

Make him service you in a public place (e.g., a restroom, a park, your car).

Of course, there are hundreds more ways to use and abuse a faggot. If your New Year’s resolution is to use more faggots, however, i hope this list gives you some ideas for how to be successful. Happy New Year, Sirs!

*For the record, i’m not personally into all the items on this list, although i would do many of them. Rather than a list of things i’m into, therefore, consider it a “menu” that Men can consult when using a raunchy faggot.

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10 Reasons I’m a Submissive

(in no particular order)

1. Because his pleasure is my pleasure.

There are lots of things in life that bring me pleasure. A perfectly roasted chicken. Unicorns. Glitter. Tootsie rolls. Fairy lights. Getting an A+. A really good action movie with lots of explosions and guns and violence and goofiness. Debating ridiculous philosophical and political and other stuff with my best friends. Traveling. Getting the perfect messy bun. Literally, the list goes on and on and on.

But nothing brings me pleasure the way that his pleasure does, the way my Dom’s pleasure does. And I’m not just talking about sexual pleasure – I’m talking about all kinds of pleasure. Sucking his cock and taking it all the way down my throat over and over until he feeds me his cum and tells me what a good girl I am for him and getting to revel in the fact that I’ve given him such pleasure that he couldn’t help but cum brings me such tremendous pleasure. But you know what else brings me pleasure? Knowing how pleased he is when I serve him his favorite dinner. Knowing how much it pleases him when I fold his t-shirts the right way. Knowing how much he loves and gets pleasure out of watching me sing along (badly) to my bubblegum pop playlist while I wash the kitchen counters. Watching his face light up when I meet him with a drink and a smile when he gets home from work. Kneeling at his feet and leaning against his leg so he can pet my hair while he reads or watches TV and giving him the comfort of knowing I’m there, knowing I kneel for him, knowing I serve him, knowing I love him, knowing that I’m his with that very simple act.

And when it’s sexual? The way he chuckles when I’m tied to his bed and writhing beneath his touch and whimpering and begging for release? It makes me smile inside. The way it turns him on to deny me? It makes me even wetter. The sick and twisted joy he gets out of ruining an orgasm or denying me one? It makes my girl parts tingle and makes me beg even harder. If he didn’t get pleasure out of the things he did to me? It wouldn’t be the same. I get turned on because of his dirty words and his talented fingers and the way he fucks me until I can’t think straight, sure – but, even more, I get turned on by knowing how much pleasure he gets out of watching me whimper and moan and beg and cry and do what I’m told.

It’s all kinds of pleasure. Any pleasure I give him, any way I please him, any way I make his day better or make him happy or make things just a little bit easier for him brings me pleasure. It pleases me to make him feel good. It makes me happy to know that I’ve made him happy. It makes me feel whole and safe and happy and good to bring him pleasure. It lights me up inside. That’s why I serve him – because pleasing him is what makes me the happiest I can be.

2. Because I crave structure and I crave it from him.

I am a person who craves structure. No, I don’t just crave it – I need it. I do better with rules and limits and a schedule in place.

But here’s the thing – I don’t do well with following the rules and limits and schedule when it’s wholly self-imposed. I can create a structure to follow when I have something to answer to (for example: a job). But when I am wholly left on my own I struggle to maintain that balance and those limits and that structure. I do well with picking one thing to focus on and setting up the structure for that (for example: gym and diet) – but when it comes to creating a structure for my overall life I get overwhelmed and tend to withdraw to a day of procrastinating and ignoring the schedule that I’ve tried to put in place for myself.

I am a person who does better when I know someone else has expectations of me. I have such passion and talent and drive – but I struggle with figuring out where to channel all of that without having something to work toward. And my brain works at such a speed and in such a way that instead of being able to focus in on a few options or possibilities I just see all of the options and end up in a never-ending loop of everything I could do and not knowing which to pick. So having someone to help me wade through that, help me set in place the limits and parameters and structure to figure out how to focus that drive and passion and talent… It makes it easier for me to know how to order my day, for me to plan what to get done when, for me to accomplish things and go to bed feeling like I’ve been productive.

So I crave someone who is willing to take on the very heavy responsibility of helping me create a structure for my life and then holding me accountable when it comes to sticking to it. 

3. Because I don’t always do what’s best for me and when that happens I need someone I can trust to point that out to me.

It’s true. I have a habit of spiraling and, when I do, sometimes I can recognize it and set myself back on track and pull myself out of the hole. But sometimes I make a bad decision. And then I make another. And before I know it I’ve set myself on the path to a cycle of self-destructive behavior.

And then that happens, I need someone who can gently but firmly sit me down and talk me through it and help me set myself back on the right track. I want him to help me set limits. To help me set-up the rules. To, once again, help me create that structure - or alter the structure that’s already in place.

I need him to be my voice of guidance when I can’t guide myself. I want to know that he has my back. And I want to know that he’ll put limits in place for me when I can’t do it for myself. 

4. I need someone to hold me accountable. 

I am a people pleaser. I like to please people. And, true, if my mental health struggles and therapy have taught me anything it’s that you can’t live your life entirely focused on pleasing everyone around you. But having a set person in my life who has agreed to be in a relationship with me where he holds me accountable and gives me rules and structure and sets expectations for what he wants from and requires of me gives me a way to feed that people-pleasing need without going overboard and feeding my anxiety.

But it’s more than just feeding that people-pleasing need. It’s about being held accountable. It’s about knowing that if I say I’m going to do something or if he asks me to do something or if he sets me a task or a rule or what have you – that he’s then going to follow-up to ensure that it’s done and, if it’s not, that there are going to be consequences and those consequences are going to come from him.

It’s part of the structure that I need. And I don’t want to put this on someone who doesn’t want to provide that kind of structure or who doesn’t want to take on that responsibility – I’m looking for someone who gets a sense of fulfillment out of taking on that role. Who enjoys providing me structure, who enjoys holding me accountable, who enjoys leading me. Because knowing that he enjoys that helps me feel pleasure, helps me feel calm, helps me feel at peace.

I need to be held accountable. I need to know that there will be consequences for my actions. And I need to know that that accountability and those consequences will come from the person that I respect and trust most.

5. Because I want a relationship that’s a give and take.

So much of what you see on tumblr has to do with the Dom being responsible and taking on all the control and having to set in place all the rules, limits, and boundaries, and having to be responsible for the welfare of their sub and on and on and on…

But that’s not a real D/s relationship. At least not to me.

A real D/s relationship is about a give and take. Both (or all) parties take on responsibility. Both parties are responsible for watching out for the other, for caring for the other, for protecting and respecting and loving the other. Both parties are agreeing to act like adults, to handle disagreements with maturity and within the parameters set-up, to respect the limits and boundaries and rules put in place. 

Your Dom takes care of you, yes. Your Dom agrees to hold you accountable. Your Dom agrees to lead you and pleasure you and take on responsibility for providing for your needs. But you take care of your Dom as well. I am responsible for watching out for him, for making sure he’s happy, for ensuring that he’s reaching his full potential and that I’m helping him in whatever way I can. I am responsible for talking to him, for telling him what I think and how I feel and for making sure that I share my problems and worries and issues with him. I am responsible for remembering that he can’t read my mind. I am responsible for asking him if he’s okay. I am responsible for listening when he needs to share his problems and worries and issues with me. I am responsible for taking care of him. I am responsible for loving him and respecting him and being the best I can be for him.

Because when he agrees to take on the responsibility of being my Dom – I, at the same time, am agreeing to take on the responsibility of being his sub. Because the responsibility of a D/s relationship doesn’t belong to just one party – it’s shared between both of us. It’s a partnership, a team, a unit. It’s a power exchange. An exchange. Which means there’s give and take. And I want that. I want to give my partner as much as he allows me to take from him. Because that’s the only way that both of us can remain healthy and whole.

6. Serving gives me pleasure.

Serving him gives me pleasure. Making a home not just with him but for him. Making it pretty, making it pleasing, making it a warm and happy place to come back to every night. Making him dinner. Doing his laundry (but not the ironing!). Making sure his shirts are all hung-up in the proper place when they come home from the dry-cleaner. Bringing him his favorite drink at the end of a long day. Washing him in the shower. Worshipping his cock. Keeping our home clean. Making sure I pick up his favorite snacks at the grocery store. Making sure he remembers to grab a water before he leaves the house for the gym. Serving him in so many ways.

Doing the little things (and the big ones!) that makes his life happier and calmer and altogether just a little bit easier – that makes me happy. Knowing that I’m helping him and making it easier for him to go through his day makes me feel complete.

And I know a lot of people will read this and ask what he’s doing to make my life easier and happier and calmer – and the answer is this: he’s doing so much. He’s holding me accountable. He’s providing my structure. He’s giving me a healthy and safe outlet for fulfilling my needs to please people and to serve. He loves me. He helps me make sure that I take care of myself – and takes care of me when I can’t do it. He gives me just as much as I give him. In his way, he serves me too. It’s a different kind of service than I give him. But it’s still service. Like I said, it’s a give and take.

7. Because kneeling for him brings me tremendous peace.

I suppose this could fall under service but it’s such a distinctive act that brings such tremendous fulfillment and peace that I felt like it deserved its own number.

It really is that simple: kneeling for him brings me peace. Kneeling for him makes me feel safe. Kneeling for him is fulfilling. Kneeling for him is a privilege. Kneeling for him is calming and pleasing and a position of both pride and complete and utter joy.

I love kneeling at his feet. I love kneeling in front of him. I love kneeling in the center of the room so he can watch me. I love kneeling simply because it’s where he wants me to be. It’s like meditation and prayer and supplication all rolled into one. I enjoy taking a position of worship on my knees. I enjoy worshiping him. I enjoy bestowing that honor on him time and time again. And I feel so tremendously lucky every time he allows me the privilege of kneeling at his feet. 

It makes me feel safe, it makes me feel whole, and it makes me feel lucky to take my position at his feet. Because it is a physical, positional reminder of who owns me and it gives me the time to reflect on exactly why I picked him.

8. Because I don’t want to be in charge.

It really is that simple. I don’t want to be in charge. I am in charge of so much in my day-to-day life. I take on so much responsibility. I care for my friends, I care for my family, I feed the people I care about, I have tremendous responsibility in work, I am responsible for teaching new hires, I am responsible for providing advice on this blog (and yes, I am aware that is a self-imposed responsibility). And there’s more – so, so much more.

And when I’m done with that I don’t want to make decisions. I don’t want to have to make the rules. I don’t want to have to be responsible for what happens next. I want to be told what to do. I want to be told what is expected. I want to be told how to please someone and how to do it right. I want to submit myself to someone else’s control. I want to hand myself over to him and his decisions and his direction. I want that peace. I want that safety. And I want to end each day with that sense of fulfillment.

9. Sexually, I find far more pleasure in cumming for him than I do in cumming for myself.

Orgasms are great. I love orgasms. I really fucking love to cum.

But cumming for myself just doesn’t give me the overwhelming sense of pleasure (emotionally, mentally, physically, sexually) as cumming for him does. When he tells me how to get there, when he tells me what to say, when he makes me beg and cry and whimper and scream and tell him all of my darkest, dirtiest, most depraved fantasies while I try my hardest not to cum without permission… When he makes me wait for it, makes me edge over and over and over, making me hold off… When he finally tells me to cum. When he finally gives me permission. When he finally tells me to let go… It’s unlike any other feeling. Because I know I have earned that orgasm. Because I know he’s allowing me to have that orgasm because I’ve pleased him so much that I’ve earned the gift of it. 

Orgasms are great. They really, really are. But orgasms are even greater when they’re a gift from him.

10. Because I love being told no.

I do. I love the reminder of who is in charge. Or who I have trusted with my welfare and my care and my pleasure and my safety. I love knowing that he’s paying attention to me. I love knowing that he’s watching what I do. I love knowing that he’s making sure I’m staying within the lines – because it reminds me every single time of how committed he is to me and to our dynamic and to the promises that we’ve made to each other. 

And I love knowing that he’s in charge. And that he knows he’s in charge. And that he wants to remind me he’s in charge. Because it makes me feel safe. And, tbh, it makes me pretty damn wet.

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RULES OF slavery

(Some basic and common rules Masters give Their slaves to follow)

§1.0 // by confirmation of the ‘Contract of Voluntary Slavery’ (already agreed), the slave becomes the Master’s property and MUST OBEY THESE RULES //

§1.1 //The purpose of this document is to DEFINE the rules that MASTER REQUIRES, expects and demands slave to live and abide //

§ 1.2 // Master will enforce these rules with all the authority over slave granted, and gifted; slave can expect to be severely punished for every breach of these rules //

§ 1.3 // slave must report each and every breach of these rules to Master when instructed to do so, or when next allowed to speak freely //

§ 1.4.1 // Master may add, remove or amend any rules in this Rules of slavery document at any time (e.g. verbally); changes take effect immediately when issued by Master //

§ 1.4.2 // slave is responsible for updating this rules of slavery document with any new, removed or changed rules within a reasonable time period and it must acknowledge any changes of the rules back to Master //

§ 2.1 // slave will not have any form of sexual or submissive relationship with any other person - including online relationships EXCEPT: - talking to other slaves/subs/bottoms online about any subject - talk to other men online, including those identifying themselves as a Master/Dom/Top, about any subject but when discussing BDSM, slavery and control lifestyles any requests for service, slave must politely inform the other Master that it is the property of Master _____ and that they should enquire with Him if they would like to make use of it //

§ 2.2 // slave is not a free man and will therefore treat all free adults (both male and female), aged 15 or over, with respect at all times. This includes, but is not limited to, Master’s friends and any individuals slave may interact with such as shop assistants, bar staff, other drivers, pedestrians, people at work, people in the street or in any bar, club or other venue //

§ 2.3 // Master has the right to INSPECT ALL sms texts, emails, letters and any other correspondence, personal or otherwise, sent or received by slave //

§ 3.1 // slave MUST always (24/7) be available to serve Master and must have Master’s permission for any activities //

§ 3.2 // Master will however not cut slave off from family and friends by routinely refusing slave permission to visit them //

§ 3.3 // Master will allow slave to take one independent 2-week holiday and a small number (2 or 3) of weekend break style holidays through the term of the contract //

§ 3.4 // Master may require slave to leave its work and spend its unlimited time locked 24x7 in Master’s home with no access to the outside world and to serve as a houseboy or/and in any other way, agreed in the Contract of voluntary slavery, that Master requires //

§ 3.4 // slave has no privacy, must be completely honest and reveal everything to Master about its actions, thoughts and feelings //

§ 4.1 // slave will not masturbate, cum or have any sexual release without express permission from Master //

§ 4.2 // Master may choose to keep slave in chastity, if necessary enforcing this with a lock system, 24/7 chastity device, for any period of time; Master may inspect any chastity device at any time to ensure compliance //

§ 4.3 // Master will allow slave sexual release at least once every three months for the health of the prostate of slave //

§ 4.4 // Except in an emergency any chastity device may only be removed with Master’s permission. Minor problems such as discomfort or chafing etc are not emergencies and should be reported to Master at the next opportunity and He will decide what action, if any, is required. Activities such as visiting the gym, going swimming or running do not constitute acceptable reasons for slave to request temporary removal of any device //

§ 4.4 // Except in an emergency any chastity device may only be removed with Master’s permission. Minor problems such as discomfort or chafing etc are not emergencies and should be reported to Master at the next opportunity and He will decide what action, if any, is required //

§5.1 // slave must keep itself clean at all times; Master determines the cleanliness regime //

§5.2 // slave, unless instructed otherwise by Master, must keep all its body hair below the neck (arms, legs, chest, stomach, pubic areas, armpits and area around the anus) fully shaved at all times. slave must shave itself at least twice a week //

§5.3 // slave is required to use enemas to keep itself clean for use by Master at least once a day with several check ups //

§5.4 // slave may be required to wear any specific clothing (e.g. rubber tight outfit with allround zip shorts or pans //

§6 // slave MUST HAVE all bank cards stored at Master, Master has the right to handle slave’s bank accounts as agreed in the Contract and will cover all necessary expenses of slave in accordance of Master’s consideration //

§7 // Master may restrict slave’s movements through command or physically by bondage or caging for any period of time //

§8.1 // slave IS NOT ALLOWED TO use furniture in MASTER’S home or in MASTER’S presence without permission; slave is not allowed to ask His Master for permission to use furniture (when slave is allowed to sit, ordered to kneel etc. it uses floor, ground, cage, special slave’s space etc.) //

§8.2 // slave will kneel naked in the certain corner, without any distractions such as internet, for 30 minutes each evening from 9pm while in the flat or in a private hotel, club or other such room. slave MUST spend this time thinking about its slavery and its Great Master //

§8.3 // slave will stand naked stretched its arms forward holding a dildo in the certain corner, without any distractions such as internet, for 10 minutes each evening from 11pm while in the flat or in a private hotel, club or other such room. slave MUST spend this time thinking about its slavery and its Great Master //

§8.4 // slave MUST PERFORM exercising twice a day to keep fit for Master; the schedule will be given by Master //

§9.1 // slave, while in Master’s presence remains silent and does not speak unless spoken to it a way that a reply is expected or it is given explicit permission to speak //

§9.2 // slave always answers Master with “Master, Yes Master”, “Master, No Master” or “Master, Thankyou Master” as appropriate. Words like “Okay” or just “yes”, “no” or “thankyou” are not acceptable //

§9.3 // slave always asks for things with the phrase “Master, please may Your slave”; QUESTIONING IS NOT ALLOWED!! //

§10 // slave refers to itself as ‘it’ or ‘dirty slave’ //

§11.1 // slave MUST ask for permission for any independent actions while in His presence including such things as moving, scratching, bodily functions like urinating or defecating or sleeping; Master may choose to deny the request and slave must wait a reasonable time before asking again. If Master is asleep slave may not wake Master just for its needs //

§11.2 // slave may not eat or drink anything without explicit permission from Master //

§11.3 // when outside slave walks slightly behind Master at all times //

§11.4 // slave may not look directly at Master’s eyes; it must lower its head all the time at Master’s presence incl. His friends, visitors or lovers //

§11.5 // slave MUST restrict all speech and eye-contact with third-parties to the absolute minimum possible such that it in no way draws any unnecessary attention to itself //

§11.6 // slave is not a free man and as such will treat all third-parties with respect at all times unless instructed otherwise. This includes all people irrespective of their age, job or attitude and even applies to other slaves, subs or bottoms //

§11.7 // slave never disagrees with Master, it is allowed to make suggestions when given permission //

§11.8 // slave may not touch any electrical equipment without permission - this includes but is not limited to computer, telephone, mobile, tablets, media players, DVD player/recorder, TV, radio, kitchen appliances, central heating and lighting, except within performing its duties, chores and direct commands //

§11.9 // After completing any action slave will return and kneel in front of Master (or other position and place commanded by Master) with its eyes down to await any further instructions. slave will also consider this its natural position and return to it in the absence of any other instructions //

§11.10 // While being used slave remains as quiet as possible and not speak out unless told to do so e.g. count strokes etc. slave is allowed to express its pain but very quietly and will be gagged if it gets too noisy or for Master’s pleasure. //

§11.11 // slave may be locked in metal, leather or rope bondage, or locked in a cage, for long periods of time. In addition slave MUST wear its metal collar at all times unless instructed otherwise //

§11.12 // slave MUST NOT remove any items put on it and will not touch any keys or locks without permission from Master //

§11.13 // Any housework slave is told to do, as Master’s houseboy may be inspected by Master and slave will be punished if it is not up to the standard Master expects //

§11.14 // slave will keep an open posture at all times while serving Master. slave will make its body available for Master’s use at all times moving to give Master better or easier access as required e.g. moving its chest forward when Master wishes to use nipple clamps etc. //

§11.15 // unless slave, Master is a free human and has right to have lovers and organize sex parties for Him and His friends, lovers… it depends on Master’s will if the slave will be involved or not and how (it can be used as a sex toy by anyone at the party or just serve as an obedient houseboy or can be locked at the toilet as a toilet slut) //

§12 // Master’s guests e.g. His friends, visitors and lovers are all superior to the slave and therefore when present, slave MUST obey, serve and please them the same way as its Master (if they are interested) unless instructed otherwise by Master or the guests; still, slave must keep in mind that its Master is the only owner of it //

§13.1 // slave may only use the bathroom with permission from Master //

§13.2 // slave has no right to be released from punishment, bondage or caging for toilet or bathroom breaks //

§13.3 // slave may not close the door to the bathroom or toilet unless given permission to do so by Master //

§13.4 // slave may not use the toilet seat and must use the rim of the toilet bowl to sit on (incl. public toilets) //

§14.1 // Begging must be kept to an absolute minimumn. slave is there to service Master’s needs and He will decide what His slave may have, or need, in order to fulfil that service to Him //

§14.2 // Master does accept that on rare occasions His slave may believe it needs to ask for something. In this scenario then only when slave has completed all allocated duties/tasks/actions for Master it may kneel in front of Him with its eyes down and ask, once, to be allowed to ask a question. If given permission it may then beg to be granted permission for whatever it believes it wants. If not given and answer or not given permission it must remain silently where it is until given another instruction. If given permission it must complete the request immediately as it is now an order from Master //

§14.3 // slave will be punished for begging if Master decides what it is begging for is inappropriate or insufficient time has passed since it last requested permission to beg //

§15.1 // slave will be severely punished for any breach of the contract of voluntary slavery //

§15.2 // slave will be severely punished for breaking any of rules of slavery defined in this document //

§15.3 // slave cannot stop any punishment no matter how long or severe //

§15.4 // In all matters relating to punishment Master’s decision is final and any attempt by slave to influence or change that decision will result in further severe punishment //

§15.5 // If slave cannot immediately obey an instruction it must kneel in front of Master and state it cannot complete the instruction and submit itself for punishment //

§15.6 // Master will routinely severely punish slave in order to remind it of its status as a pain slave and to continually train it to better serve Master and to be a better slave //

§15.7 // Each morning while serving Master, and at Master’s discretion, slave will receive a morning caning which could include being tied down over the punishment stool and use of the punishment cane. These canings will not count against any accumulated cane stroke punishments for offences committed by slave //

§15.8 // slave may be severely punished purely for Master’s pleasure, and slave cannot stop the punishment //

§15.9 // slave may also be severely punished by any third party authorised by Master’s purely for their pleasure or the pleasure of any other persons present. slave cannot stop the punishment //

§15.10 // Standard punishment for slave for an offence it commits will be hard strokes of the punishment cane while slave is tied down over the punishment stool. Master may alter the punishment at His discretion as He feels appropriate //

§15.11 // For an offence defined, by Master, as serious then slave will receive beating which will be as long and hard, with as many implements and in as many positions as Master deems appropriate //

§15.12 // Anger from slave for whatever reason, including using it to try to regain control of a situation will not be tolerated; any display of anger by slave is a very serious offence that will not end a session or punishment and, when the anger has passed, will result in punishment or further punishment //

§15.13 // Master may chose to punish slave for any reason and change the rules governing punishment at any time //

§16 // Master has the right to nominate any other man, or men, as controlling parties over slave, for any period of time //

§17 // slave is responsible for updating this document with changes made by Master //

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[mystories-x]

Hi Mrs Edge -My husband showed me your tumbler and things you've written.We have been trying this chastity for the last couple of years, and last year since we were home more often, we got more into it. I'm happy to see that we are not the only ones who are not into cuckolding or making him a sissy. You and your husband seemm to have a very good relationship, and I enjoy the little conversations that you have with each other. Is he really locked forever? The idea seems crazy, but also hot! lol

Hi! Yes, there really don't seem to be a lot of Tumblr blogs run by women who lock up their men (not counting the findom blogs), let alone those who are doing it while having an otherwise traditional marriage. So thank you for following us, and letting us know that you're out there.

I keep my husband @tom--allen locked up for my own reasons, but we are fortunate that we both enjoy this. I love that he is masculine, and keeping him locked, to me, feels like putting a leash on a wolf. It wouldn't be as hot to me if he weren't. It's hard to describe it.

We don't have a relationship like all those memes that he does, but I really do keep him locked up all the time, even when (especially when!) we make love. I get to feel his body on mine, his hot cage pressing against me, and his "replacement" manhood filling me. It's so intense for the both of us, that I don't ever see us stopping! I admit that this is not for everybody, but in our case, we both get to live out a fantasy.

There are a few other women-run Tumblr blogs, and I'll try to find them and put their links in the comments so you can visit those, too. Thanks again for writing.

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The Commune

Bobby had grown up in a commune. A community in the middle of a wilderness that was completely reliant on itself via farming and various members with different skills. At the commune there was a central religion - called Daddy Time. Daddy time worshipped the relationship between a Master and his boy slave, praying to a leather cap in the church. The commune had a ritual, everyone knew this, despite it being only viewable to the elders of the commune each year. Each year, when a straight boy in the community turns 19, they’re taken from their normal lives and made sex toys for one of the elders. This was seen as a good and honorable duty. But to Bobby, who was about to turn 19 in a day, this did not sit well with him. Bobby liked his current life, his parents took good care of him, he was popular at the commune college and a star of the football team. Additionally, he was straight and loved pussy. Any girl in his college was just dripping to fuck him and he was more than willing to indulge. But now….all of that was done. 

“Coach, why is my locker cleared out? Don’t we still have some games in the season left?” asked Bobby, a few weeks back. His Coach had looked at him and laughed. 

“Bobby, when’s your birthday?”

“In a few weeks” 

“Boy, you turn 19 soon, you’re never playing football again” Bobby had left the college in tears that day. When he got home, he confronted his mother about whether he could get out of the ritual. His mother scolded him for looking down on the ritual and how the Gods of Daddy Time would not be happy with him. Bobby sighed and went up to his room. His room was getting progressively empty to the point that it was now just a mattress and some clothes in a bag, his parents were getting rid of his stuff in anticipation of the ritual. 

“Dad where are my shoes?” 

His father stuck his head into Bobby’s room. 

“Oh right, so you will from now on wear sliders to show off your socked feet, ok?” said his father as he was handed sliders and instructed to take off his sneakers. Bobby took off his sneakers and handed them over, his favorite Nikes, probably never to see them again. He looked down at his white ankle socks on the carpet and shoved them into the sliders. Well, at least that is more comfy, he thought. 

“Best get used to not even wearing that. After the ritual, you’ll just wear white socks constantly. No footwear. Just socks” said his Dad, before running off. Bobby sighed. 

Now, the day before the ritual, Bobby was sleeping in a tent outside of his regular home, his clothes had been reduced to sweatshirt, sweatpants, his undies and calf length white socks, and sliders. He had been dropped from the college and slowly he was noticing people watching him as he walked through town. He then saw one of his best friends across the town square, sitting on a bench…..wearing the exact same outfit he was…..holy shit Kyle was turning 19 too! Kyle was a blonde boy who played soccer at the college, more bookish than Bobby, but still a guy to be respected on campus. 

“Hey Kyle” Kyle looked up from staring at the ground. He smiled, until he saw Bobby’s outfit. Bobby sat down next to him. 

“So tomorrow, huh?” said Kyle. 

“Yeah” said Bobby. 

“I’m nervous man, it’s such an important step in our enlightenment, but I just….I like what I have, dude. I don’t wanna give up everything.” 

“I tried to get out of it” 

“How did that work?” 

“It didn’t” 

“I don’t like dick” said Kyle. “We are never tasting pussy again? Or sucking on a boob….I’m annoyed. Is there anyone else?”

“I don’t think so” 

“Oh Benjamin Garvey”

“He’s turning - “ 

“Yeah, he is” Benjamin Garvey was a thin skater punk of dude with dyed shaggy black hair and could be found at the skate park most days. He didn’t have many friends and was known for being grumpy. 

“So three boys. Well, at least we’ll be in it together.”

“Do you have any idea when it happens?” 

“Sometime on our birthday” 

“I wish I knew specifically, could prepare myself better” Bobby nodded and patted his friends back. 

Bobby spent the night with one of the girls that he had fucked regularly, dressed only in his boxer briefs after sex and with a drink in hand, the boy was all smiles for getting some pussy in. 

“Do we have time for another go?” asked Cass, as she beckoned him back to bed. Bobby looked down at her phone (he’d been taking naked photos for her to keep as a memory), and at that moment the clock went from 11:55am to 12am. 

“Could be any time now” Bobby threw the phone back to Cass and laid down next to her. “Hey do you…..you got a big house, do you think I could…..hide here?”  “What?” said Cass. 

“Like stay here and hide out from the - 

“Oh. Well-” Cass kissed Bobby on the head and opened her bedroom door. “This was fun, Bobby. But….it’s your time…..HE’S IN HERE!” 

“No! No! NOOOOO!” Men in leather uniforms burst into the room and hauled Bobby out of the house over their heads, in just his grey boxer briefs. He was carried to the commune church, where a crowd was forming, mostly the commune elders, mostly older men. He found himself pleading with the crowd, please let me go! They brought him into the darkened church and carried him down the center aisle to the alter (a marble table with a leather cap and riding crop on it). The alter area was lit with a ton of candles. He was dropped down on the stone floor and quickly stripped naked. He was then carried to a bath behind the alter and dunked into it, scrubbed with soap by various men. He was quickly dried off and led back to the alter area - where Kyle had been just brought and was currently being stripped naked, the boy was fighting back but there was no hope. Bobby watched his friend be dragged naked to the baths.

 The men dressed Bobby in white calf length socks and a leather collar was put on his neck that attached to a chain in the floor. His hands cuffed behind his back with a chain attaching them to ankle cuffs on his feet. When the men finished, they stepped away from him. Bobby gasped as he saw a wet Benjamin being dragged back from the baths. They dressed and secured Benjamin in the same manner, just on the far end of the semi circle that was the alter area. Then Kyle was brought back and dressed/secured the same way but in- between Bobby and Benjamin. The three boys looked at each other in collective fear. The church was filling up with the elders chanting the name of the religion “Daddy Time! Daddy Time! Daddy Time!” 

Then Elder James stepped up to the alter in a white robe. Elder James had been their preacher for years, Bobby couldn’t even think of time where he didn’t know the man. To have him running this event was humiliating and odd for Bobby. He was suddenly very conscious with everyone gazing on them that all three boys were naked besides white socks, and with their hands secured - no way to cover themselves up. 

“Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to the ritual” said Elder James. 

The crowd roared. Elder James looked at the boys and smiled. 

“Hello Bobby, Kyle and Benjamin. Tonight is a very special moment for all of you. The time when you transition into sex toys, a beautiful moment for each straight boy at the commune. You should see this as an honorable duty, not a punishment or a some injustice. Your old life has ended officially and now you are remade into something of greater use.” “I don’t want to be someone’s play thing!” screamed Kyle. Elder James stepped down from the alter and caressed Kyle’s hair, petting him. 

“It’s okay, Kyle. All who have gone before you in this ritual have had doubts. But there is no doubt that there is nothing better than the relationship between a master and his boy slave. A daddy and his boy. And you’re a better use to society this way. Daddy time!” 

“Daddy time! Daddy time!” roared the crowd. Bobby looked back at the crowd and saw his mother with her arms in the air weeping with joy and shouting “Take them! Take them now!’. Bobby looked away. 

“I ….am ready” said Benjamin. 

Both Kyle and Bobby stared at Benjamin with shock. The two of them couldn’t even remember if they had ever heard Benjamin speak, that’s how much of a loner the boy was. And now he was….accepting his fate? 

“I am ready to be a sex toy. It’s an honor that I will cherish, to worship whoever becomes my owner. I will reach my true purpose this way” 

Kyle was pulling at his chains, but Bobby felt frozen. It was all too much, for a jock that had largely been calm and defiant in the face of this—-it was suddenly making him freeze. It would all be done, before he could wake himself from this stupor. 

“Good boy, Benjamin” said Elder James as he stroked the boy’s chin. The crowd cheered. “We’ll begin with you” 

A church helper arrived with a black box with red cushioning inside it. From the angle he was at, Bobby couldn’t see what was inside. Elder James reached in and brought out a leather cushioned panel gag, big and bulky. Elder James held it out to Benjamin. 

“Kiss the gag” 

Benjamin leaned forward and gave the leather a kiss. 

“May this gag turn you silent and obedient, may you never be without it after today, may it be taken off for you to eat and put back on, may there come a day where your voice is never heard and the gag is all that remains. Do you have any last words before we gag you?” 

“I’m gonna miss my skateboard” 

Elder James grabbed Benjamin forcefully by the hair, pulling his head back as the gag was violently shoved in his mouth, tied at the back of his neck and secured with a large lock. Elder James then took out a blindfold from the box. He held it out in front of Benjamin. 

“May this blindfold shield your sight, may you only be granted sight when your owner agrees to it. May it make you helpless and obedient” 

Elder James slapped Benjamin hard, almost sending the boy tumbling and tied the blindfold tight. Elder James then reached for one final object from the box, a chastity device. He held it out in front of the now gagged and blindfolded Benjamin. 

“May this chastity device keep you from touching yourself. May it leave you agonized from having your cock secured and unable to be accessed until your owner unleashes it, for HIS pleasure. Remember, your body is no longer yours, it belongs to your owner. May it be so” 

This is when Benjamin whimpered, as his cock was locked up in the chastity device. A thick cock, bunched up into a tiny plastic device. It must’ve hurt, Bobby thought. He looked over at Kyle, who was looking down at the floor, anything to not see what was about to happen to him. On the bench yesterday, Kyle had said he understood that this was the next step to their enlightenment….yeah how does that feel now? Bobby thought, overtaken by his own anger. 

Elder James was now cutting Benjamin’s shaggy black hair that tended to fall into the boy’s face, which must’ve set something off in Benjamin, because he was now definitely shouting into his gag. Soon Benjamin had been given a crew cut, neat and boyish. The church advisor swept up the hair on the floor and grabbed a new black box. Elder James moved on to Kyle. Kyle was weeping in frustration. Elder James opened up the new black box and brought out a ball gag. He held it out in front of Kyle. 

“Kiss the gag” 

“I’m not gonna kiss that” 

Elder James reached down between Kyle’s legs and grabbed the boy’s balls, squeezing Kyle’s balls. The boy gasping in surprise.  “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Elder! Please let go!” 

Elder James let go. Kyle trying to catch his breath from the pain. 

“Kiss the gag’ 

Kyle slowly leaned forward, trembling and kissed the ball gag. 

“May this gag turn you silent and obedient, may you never be without it after today, may it be taken off for you to eat and put back on, may there come a day where your voice is never heard and the gag is all that remains. Do you have any last words before we gag you?”  

“Please just hear me out, I can do a lot for the commune. I’m smart and I can help plan shit and I - this is not fair!” 

Elder James grabbed Kyle forcefully by the hair, pulling his head back as the gag was violently shoved in his mouth, tied at the back of his neck and secured with a large lock. The ball gag was huge, forcing Kyle’s mouth painfully wide open, his lips barely covering the red ball at the gag’s center. Drool was already starting to roll down his chin. Kyle locked eyes with Bobby, whimpering in his gagged state. 

Elder James then took out a blindfold from the box. He held it out in front of Kyle. 

“May this blindfold shield your sight, may you only be granted sight when your owner agrees to it. May it make you helpless and obedient” 

Kyle shook his head “no! No!”. Elder James slapped Kyle hard, almost sending the boy tumbling and tied the blindfold tight. Elder James then reached for one final object from the box, a set of nipple clamps. He put one on each of Kyle’s nipples and the boy cried out. Bobby was quickly realizing that each of them would be gagged/blindfolded, maybe given different gags, but the final object was a surprise - chosen for the specific boy. He wondered what his would be. Elder James said his speech about the nipple clamps and then moved onto Bobby. 

“Hello Elder” 

Elder James took Bobby’s face in his hand and squeezed it. 

“I hear you’ve been trying to run from this ritual, boy. You can’t run. Bad boy” 

“Can you blame me?” 

Elder James spat on Bobby’s face, causing Bobby to gasp in surprise. The crowd, which had largely gone silent in focus as the boys were prepared, cheered. Another black box was brought forward. Elder James pulled out a muzzle. Bobby’s eyes went wide at the sight of it. 

“Kiss the gag”

“Fuck….shit…” 

“Kiss it” 

Bobby leaned forward and kissed the gag. 

“May this gag turn you silent and obedient, may you never be -”

“Fucking hell, do it and get it over with. Fuck all of you!” 

Elder James grabbed Bobby forcefully by the hair, pulling his head back as the muzzle was violently shoved in his mouth, the straps being secured all around his head, until Bobby’s face/head was completely encased in the muzzle. The muzzle was secured with a lock. Elder James then took out a blindfold from the box, gave his little speech that he had given to each boy and blindfolded Bobby. It was over, he was officially trapped. He heard Elder James take one more object out….Bobby prepared himself. 

“May this butt plug get your hole ready to serve your owner. May it keep you wide and loose. May it make your hole even more pleasurable to the man you serve” 

Bobby screamed through his muzzle, trying to pull at his restraints. NOOOOO!! Elder James laid the boy down and Bobby could feel a glob of lube stuck into his ass and then a great pressure as the butt plug was forced into his hole. Bobby was screaming into the muzzle. “Take it out! Take it out!” But no one could understand him. 

Elder James stood at the center of the semi circle again near the alter. 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, the boys have now been prepared” 

The crowd roared going into another chant of “Daddy Time!” 

All three boys were now tied up, gagged, blindfolded, moaning messes. Bobby in a fetal position due to the plug, Kyle trying desperately to remove the nipple clamps and Benjamin pressing his legs closed, as if ashamed of the chastity device stuck on him. 

“Now let’s enjoy some footage of the boys before we give out assignments. To remember them briefly as they were” 

A screen came down from the ceiling and video started. None of the boys could see it, but Bobby immediately recognized it and was shocked. It was a video that Cass had insisted on shooting a month ago of the two of them fucking. 

“I want you to cum for me. Can you do that, baby? Cum for me, ugh baby, your pussy is so wet, you’re gonna make me cum! OH FUCK!” moaned Bobby in the video. 

In the video, Bobby moaned for what seemed to be forever, letting forth a gush of cum. The crowded clapped in approval. 

“Such strong seed, Bobby. And a lot of it. Your owner will be very happy about that. A great milking opportunity. Next video” said Elder James. 

The next video made Kyle forget about the nipple clamps for a moment. 

“Ugh yeah baby, you like my cock? You like it?!” 

Kyle heard the bed trembling underneath him. How the fuck had they filmed him doing that? Every morning in college, Kyle would wake up and hump his bed like he was fucking someone, talking dirty too. 

Kyle in the video took one final loud thrust and came, moaning into his pillow. Again the crowd clapped. 

“We have such vocal boys, so into dirty talk. Thank goodness we’ve taken away your voices. So naughty. Next video” 

Benjamin waited in humiliation. What would they show for him? 

“I’m so horny” said Benjamin in the video. Benjamin gasped, it was a video that he sent to a girl via a sex app. Benjamin in his boxers feeling himself up until he came, his voice breaking into a high pitched cry as he soaked his boxers in cum. 

“So beautiful” said Elder James. The screen went away and Elder James addressed the room again. 

“Boys, that was the last of Bobby, Kyle and Benjamin. Those boys are now gone. Those lives gone. Bobby, you will now be known as Fido. Kyle, you will now be known as Slave. Benjamin, you will now be known as Slut. Fido, Slave and Slut. And now, your owners….” 

Three men stepped forward from the crowd. 

“Mr. Lorrie, for your service as a farmer. You are gifted Fido. May he serve you well” 

Mr. Lorrie?! The large bear of a man who tended the green houses and would always given him a glass of a water when he passed the man on his morning runs. The boy’s abs glistening with sweat as he stopped at the greenhouse. That Mr. Lorrie?! 

A large hand was suddenly petting his head. 

“Hello Fido” said Mr. Lorrie. Bobby screamed into his gag. 

“Mr. Timbers, for your service to the Commune. You are gifted Slave. May he serve you well” 

Mr. Timbers was a muscled stud of an old man, who usually took care of new residents of the commune. He had always scared Kyle, just seemed so strong and his tongue tended to lick around his lips in a way that was sexual. Kyle flinched when a hand roughly gripped his shoulder, only to reach down and pull on the nipple clamps, causing Kyle to cry out. 

“You are definitely my play thing, slave” whispered Mr. Timbers, his deep voice sending shivers down Kyle’s spine. 

“Mr. Lu, for your service to the Commune. You are gifted Slut. May he serve you well’ Mr. Lu was the head of the commune schools and colleges, and known to be a tough guy that loved discipline. Benjamin had gotten in trouble with the man for many years, skipping school, etc. 

“Hello Slut” said Mr. Lu. “I finally get to give you all the pain and discipline, a bad boy like you deserves. I’ve longed for this” 

Mr. Lu grabbed Benjamin roughly by the hair and slapped him a few times. 

“Okay men, you have your boys. Boys, you have been transformed. It is time for the first bonding between Master and Boy. Let us take to the cliffs” 

Each boy was unchained from the floor, as their masters lifted them over their heads, a hand against their shoulders and a hand on the their asses, the tied up boys dangling in the air. Their socked feet flopping about.  Each master carrying their boy down the center aisle, as if they were holding a prized piece of meat above their heads, the crowd shouting “DADDY TIME!!!!!”. 

The cliffs were just that, a set of cliffs at the far edge of the Commune, overlooking the ocean. For this event, three wooden platforms had been made on them. On the far left one, Bobby was tied spread eagle by ropes. In the center once, Kyle was brutally hogtied, to the point that his socked feet (all the boys still wore white calf length socks, and only that) were touching his head almost. On the far right one, Benjamin had been tied to a wooden post, his arms tied above him and his legs spread in a spreader bar. Slowly the new masters put on a show for the crowd. Mr. Lorrie fucked Bobby. Mr. Timbers whipped Kyle’s feet until Kyle was sobbing. Mr. Lu whipped Benjamin’s back, shouting at him to apologize for being bad. The boys would never see each other again, in fact their view of each other before being blindfolded was the last sighting. After being used on the cliffs, they were packed into boxes and shipped to distant dungeons where their new owners/masters/daddys would continue training them.  

Bobby lay in his box as he was shipped, now covered in Mr. Lorrie’s cum, tied up again, still naked with just white socks, still gagged and blindfolded. He couldn’t believe this night, couldn’t believe what had happened. He was still Bobby, he kept voicing to himself. Mr. Lorrie, traveling with the box, had obviously heard him. 

“No boy, your name is not Bobby anymore. It’s Fido. I’m gonna make you a good dog, Fido. Need that in my garden. A good dog.’

“I’m Bobby” moaned Bobby thru his gag.  “Shh Fido, be a good pup” 

Fido whimpered in his gag. Mr. Lorrie reached into the box and caressed Fido’s balls to comfort him. 

“It’s okay, Fido. One day, you’ll be grateful for this. You will thank all the elders for giving you the honor of serving a man’s cock. Shhh. Can you say woof, Fido?” 

Fido woofed into the gag. 

“Good boy, Fido. Good boy. I think the first thing we should do when we get to your new home is milk you. Getting out some of that thick cum of yours will certainly tire you out. And I long to drink it. Oh Fido, I’m gonna drink your cum every day.” 

Fido woofed into his gag. Bobby becoming a distant memory. 

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copyright by bandanabound

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Jason was working undercover for the FBI in a sting trying to take down some dirty cops.  He had been gathering evidence against Officer Johnson, one of the ring leaders, and was getting close enough for an indictment until he walked into one of Officer Johnson’s traps.  Now Jason found himself in quite a bind, literally……..

He struggled, but couldn’t get free.  His leather jacket made creaking sounds as he strained against the tightly constrictive ropes immobilizing his upper body.  The additional ropes around his crotch added an uncomfortable squeeze to his package in his tight Levis.  Johnson smirked as he finished up restraining his captive. 

“You fool,” he sneered.  “You think I wasn’t on to you from the beginning?  I’ve been a cop for 20 years.  I can spot a phony a mile away.  All that information you have?  I let you have that.  It’s all bull.  You ain’t got shit on me, boy.”

“MMMMMPPPPHHHH!!      MMMMMPPPPHHHH!! “

“You’ve made a lot of enemies, though, Agent Hardcastle.  That’s right.  I know who you really are and I know some not so friendly types out there whose operations you’ve helped take down who would LOVE to get their hands on you.”

“MMMMMPPPPHHHH!!“

“Better save your strength, boy.  You’re gonna need it.  You ain’t getting outta those ropes.  I was a Boy Scout.  I know how to tie a knot.”

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Thanks to @moc420 for making this awesome drawing of me.  I’ve been a fan of his work for a long time.

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Found this list on tumblr and removed some and added some suggestion for an alpha on how to abuse a slave.

Sit back and make him suck your dick, nice and slow.

Train him to deepthroat your cock.

Fuck his face, balls-deep, like it’s a pussy.

Cock slap him.

Make him lick your sweaty balls.

Make him service you in a public place (e.g., a restroom, a park, your car).

Spit on him.

Make him clean your sweaty ass after you work out.

Make him wear a puppy tail in his ass.

Piss on him.

Piss down his throat.

Piss in his ass.

Make him drink your piss from a glass.

Piss on a pair of underwear, or a jock strap, then wring it out over his face.

Finger his hole.

Fuck his ass.

Spank him.

Paddle him or whip him.

Fuck him with a dildo.

Tie him up and use his holes.

Smack or slap his face.

Call him names.

Tag team him with a buddy.

Gangbang him with a group of friends or strangers.

Whore him out to friends or strangers.

Make him sniff and lick your piss- and/or cum-stained underwear.

Gag him with your dirty underwear, jockstrap or cum rag when you’re fucking him.

Cum on his face.

Cum on his face and make him wear the load out in public.

Cum on his ass.

Cum directly down his throat.

Cum in your hand, and make him eat it from your hand like a dog.

Organize a bukkake and cover his face with multiple cum loads.

Make him eat your cum off your buddy’s cock.

Cum on the floor or a table and make him lick it up.

Make him drink your load(s) from a shot glass.

Cum on food and make him eat it.

Double-penetrate him with another Top or with a dildo.

Flick or twist his nipples.

Write names (e.g., faggot, bitch, pig, slut), pictures (e.g., a cock and balls, a pig face, a toilet) or phrases (e.g., insert cock here, with an arrow pointing to its holes) on his body.

Make him wear a butt plug out in public (e.g., to the bar, to the gym, to the grocery store).

Piss on his underwear then make him wear them home.

Tie him to your toilet when you have guys over, and tell them to use him instead of the toilet.

Don’t let him cum.

Make him ask your permission to jerk off or cum.

Make him eat his own cum.

Make him jerk off or finger himself while you and/or your friends watch.

Make him watch while you fuck another faggot.

Position him beneath you while you’re fucking another faggot and make him lick your cock as it goes in and out of the faggot’s hole.

Make him eat your ass while you’re fucking another faggot.

Make him clean your cock off after you fuck him.

Make him clean your cock off after you fuck another faggot.

Make him eat your load out of another faggot’s ass.

Take photos and/or videos of him servicing your cock.

Blindfold him when you use him.

Fist his hole.

Cum in his ass.

Make him fuck another faggot, or get fucked by another faggot, while you watch.

Make him and another faggot fuck themselves on a double-ended dildo while you watch.

Make him lick your feet.

Use him as a footrest.

Make him give you a massage or footrub.

Take him to a bar; when his beer’s empty, refill the glass or bottle with your piss and make him drink it in public.

Make him pee at the urinal (e.g., at the movies, at the gym, at the bar) with his pants around his ankles so everyone knows he’s a faggot.

Shave his body.

Make him wear a puppy tail in his ass.

Save your piss in a bucket, and make him bathe with it.

Keep him in chastity.

Decide what he wears.

Make him wear a collar and leash.

Keep him in a cage.

Make him do domestic chores for you (e.g., laundry, cleaning, shopping).

Make him sniff poppers, then use him.

Make him wear a ball gag.

Make him crawl in your presence, like a dog.

Make him eat his meals out of a dog dish.

Make him service anonymous cock at a gloryhole.

Engage him in forced workouts.

Make him beg for your cock.

Feed him your pre-cum.

Make him call you “Master” or “Sir.”

Make him wear a hood while you use him so that the only sensation he has is the feeling of your cock in his hole.

Make him lick you head to toe

Make him drink a bottle of your piss left somewhere in a public place and order him to tape it!

Go in to a club’s bathroomat the same time and order him to leave his half full glass of his cocktail in the toilet before you and add to the cocktail your piss, leave him the glass somewhere and order him to drink it in front of you.

Go to a public bathroom together and while standing in front of urinals make him put your head down to your urinal and drink your piss.

Make a video you raping him, cuming in his ass and forcing him to drink your piss and post it on tumblr claiming ownership of him.

Make him wear a puppy tail and take him for a walk outside.

Make him wear women’s lingery and fuck him like a whore.

Mummify him and fuck him in his mouth and ass.

Tie him up with chains or rope and let him sleep on the floor next to your bed.

Choke him while you fuck him in missionary position.

Pull his hair while you fuck him in doggy position.

Make him wear a collar showing your ownership in public.

Make him come to your work place and service you in anyway you need.

Make him wear a cock cage.

Make him wear ball weights.

Make him give you his social profile passwords to monitor his communication.

Make him raport sexual contacts with other guys.

Make him write an online diary of all sexual contacts and sub duties.

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