#Obediance

[warm-glowing-warming-glow]

[spiritualseeker777]

[preppyacademy]

From a meaningless virtual life to the preppy boy I am now

Elliot's story

To convince you to come to the Preppy Academy, here's Elliot's personal testimonial. His life has changed radically thanks to our school's methods. The following are his words: 

Hello, my name is Elliot, I'm 20. I'm a student at the Preppy Academy. I'd like to thank M.Gilliard, our principal, who has asked me to write an account of my time here. 

Two years ago, I was still living with my father. I often dressed in sportswear; I loved Adidas clothes, so comfortable and easy to put on. Did I do any sport? No, not at all, but my mates dressed the same, so I followed suit. When I wasn't at school, I used to play video games all the time. I wore my clothes for days on end because I was too lazy to change. My bedroom was a real dump, with everything strewn all over the place. My diet consisted of eating chips and drinking sodas. 

My father was fed up with my bad behavior. He works in business, economics, something like that. My mother left us when I was a kid, and since then it's just been me and him. He'd tell me to “tidy my room”, “get dressed properly”. But I didn't give a damn, soon, I thought, I'll be able to leave soon, and I thought I'd be able to live with a friend in a flat-share for a bit of fun. 

There was a week when I made a decision that I had regretted at the time but that now makes me what I am. That week, it was at the beginning of my school year and I was playing a game that was too epic and I wanted to do it too much, so I made my dad think I was going to high school while I was pretending. Then, when he left for work, I'd come back and play on my P.S. console. But my stupidity caught up with me, and my father was contacted by the school and told of my repeated absences. It was a Thursday lunchtime, I remember, and he came home to find me quietly in bed. He came into my dirty room and said: 

" Elliot, that's enough! You're not going to school anymore, you're dressing like crap. Look at you, you've got holes in your clothes. You haven't washed or combed your hair in days. Things are going to change for you. A colleague at work told me about a boarding school that would be perfect for you. "

I was on my phone when he said this so I half-listened, as usual. He was clearly desperate about my behavior and had every reason to be. Now I understand. At the end of the afternoon, my father called me and reminded me that he had to take me to the dentist for an annual check-up. I'd completely forgotten, it wasn't something I was interested in remembering. I stayed in the same clothes and he took me to the dentist. I really didn't remember the appointment. Once there, my father accompanied me inside. A waiting room with other parents and their teenagers. There were guys from high school, who were also dressed in sweatpants and sweatshirts and sneakers. I wasn't the only one who dressed like that, which is why it seemed normal to do so. When it was my turn, the dentist called me in. I sat down in his dentist's chair. He asked me to lie down so he could check the inside of my mouth. He put some products in my mouth to relax it. And these products were starting to put me to sleep; he'd put in more than usual. 

I had fallen asleep on his armchair, I didn't know for how long. When I woke up, my hands were tied tightly to the chair. I tried to speak, but my mouth was still anesthetized. My father was talking to the dentist, and they were both looking at me. My father had collected my things, my bag and my phone. Looking around, I soon realized that I wasn't really at the dentist. The man posing as one approached me and said: 

"Elliot, your father, has informed us of your behavior at home and has decided to leave you with us for a while. Do you agree? "

I couldn't answer as my mouth was still anesthetized. 

" Since you're not answering my question, I imagine you're completely in agreement. If you don't say anything within a minute, we'll assume you agree."

I was trying to speak to refuse and scream for help, but only discreet moans came out. 

" Then we do have your agreement. "

My eyes began to tire again and I finally dozed off again.

I don't know what treatment he gave me, but it was like a dissociation. I saw myself outside my body like a ghost looking at my body. My father left with my things. The staff laid me properly on the bed and undressed me. I was completely naked at one point. They put a red ball in my mouth and covered my mouth with a gag that held with a tight strap behind it. I was as if unable to act, in the hands of my kidnappers. They dressed me in a white short-sleeved polo shirt, buttoned all the way up, tucked into khaki shorts with a brown belt, white knee-high socks and black loafers. They then cut my hair and styled it, neatly styled to the side and held with wax. I began to regain consciousness little by little, but I felt as if I were paralyzed in my own body, between the products that were still taking effect and the bonds that prevented me from fleeing. 

"Elliot, you're back with us. We've prepared you in a more respectable outfit than the garbage you used to wear. This preppy outfit suits you much better. Your hair looks much better like this. You probably have a lot of questions, but you're in good hands. I'm Doctor Greenwood, I'm here when sometimes you need a little push to get you into the Academy. I'll leave you here tonight and you'll make your official entrance tomorrow. "

I was stuck on this bed for several hours, and above me they'd set up a screen with a series of images and sounds that I had no choice but to watch. And no matter how tempted I was to close my eyes, a deep voice kept reading every word on the moving image. Eventually, I fell asleep to the rhythm of the video, which hypnotized me as it went along. 

“I want to be a preppy boy. Good preppy boys must obey, serve, submit, behave. Good boys comply. I want to be a good preppy boy” again and again and again...

This mantra was stuck in my head like music that never wants to come out. I still felt resistance, an urge to rebel and run away, but I was blocked and strangely began to feel pleasure at the idea of being a good preppy boy. 

When I woke up, four men in their thirties, all dressed in pastel shirts tucked into their pants, with bowties and loafers, took me by force. They took me by the arms and forced me to follow them. They put me in a van and tied me up. My gag was still in my mouth and I couldn't scream. I was at their mercy, with no power or control over the situation. I was their object. 

I was taken to a large, ivy-league type establishment, at the top of the main entrance is written “Preppy Academy”. I was led inside and up the stairs. I arrive in a very elegant office, with wood paneling and bookcases on every wall. The 4 men undress me.

I find myself in a preppy outfit: a white and blue striped OCBD shirt, pastel yellow shorts, red and blue suspenders, a dark blue and red striped tie tied around my neck, long white knee-high socks and dark loafers. Nothing to do with my outfits at home. I've been completely transformed into a preppy boy. I'm left with my hands tied and my mouth gagged in this office. I don't know what to do, I'm a slave to this establishment. My outfit isn't as comfortable as the one at home, I can feel the fabric of my shirt on my torso compressing me, the suspenders holding my shorts are like two ropes binding my outfit to my body, the pulled-up socks are so humiliating, I feel like a boy. But as I think I'm disgusted by my outfit, I realize that it actually turns me on. I like to think I have to be dressed like this to feel good. A few minutes later, a man in his fifties walks in. He's dressed in a nice three-piece suit, with a red tie. He looks at me deeply: 

"Hello Elliot! Welcome to the Preppy Academy. Your father told me you weren't behaving properly at home. He contacted us and paid for your enrollment. Whether you like it or not, you're staying here. You'll wake up here and sleep here. Your education needs to be reviewed. You must learn to be a good preppy boy for your superiors. I am M.Gilliard, the principal of this prestigious establishment. I am the Master of all the students here. You owe me obedience, submission, service and respect. "

These words enchanted me, and even though I wanted to leave, I could only nod in agreement. 

"To complete your admission among us, I must collect something. "

The 4 young men from earlier return and make me sit down on the chair, holding me tight. Mr. Gilliard unzips my pants and pulls out my penis. I start moaning, not agreeing with what's happening. Mr.Gilliard puts a sort of cage on my penis, forcing it to stay very small and any erection would hurt. 

" It's called a chastity cage. I'm the only one who keeps the keys. Every good boy here is caged. Your personal pleasure doesn't matter; you're here to obey and learn to serve. Your only satisfaction at the end of the day is to please men superior to you. "

“I want to be a preppy boy. Good preppy boys must obey, serve, submit, behave. Good boys comply. I want to be a good preppy boy”. This phrase made more and more sense. I was introduced to the establishment, the rules to follow and taken to a room I had to share, with a wardrobe full of preppy clothes, nothing I'd had before. 

I've been here for two years now and I don't want to leave. I like to serve my Master when he asks for it. I like being a good preppy boy. Obedient and helpful. I don't miss my old life anymore. I encourage all boys and men to come to the Preppy Academy. You'll love it! 

[zademeadows21]

"His Good Girl"

English is not my first language and it's my third writing. Hope you enjoy it! Everyone who has requests can comment under post. Thank you!

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Warning: Obsession, Captive Reader, Female Reader, Possessive Yandere, Delusional, Pet names, Psycho tendencies, Crazy yandere.

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"Say 'ahh' princess" said the man while giving you the food you loved since childhood. You were obediently eating while he was feeding and praising your behavior.

You didn't remember what happened to you, only thing you remember was when you were walking down the dark alleyway a week ago and something hit your head. And the person feeding you now claiming that he'll let you go today if you'll behave like a "good girl"...

"Aww, such a good girl, eating food without leaving a single crumb" he praised you while cleaning the table and occasionally patting your head. "Just few hours and over" you thought...

"Now, will you let me go?" You asked a man who was now washing the dishes and looking at you time to time. For a while he didn't answered, then he turned around and looked at you while smiling widely... How weird...

"I'm gonna bathe you. After all you should look clean while leaving my house. What is going my neighbor's say when they see you uncleaned?" He said while looking at you for confirmation. You silently agreed...

He's combing your hair after bathing, dressing and drying your hair and till now you were being an obedient girl in his eyes. You were waiting for the right time to ask about leaving. Only few minutes and he'll let me go...

"Can I leave now?" You asked while looking at him after he finished your hairstyle. He was still looking at you smiling widely and suddenly he pointed at you... A gun... What's going on?

"Of course you can, my princess. But only place you'll go if it's not beside me in my arms then it's heaven, because your too pure and oblivious for this cruel world. I can't let you risk your life" he said calmly while still pointing at you a gun and still smiling widely. If before you thought his smile was angelic, now it was looking like manically smile, he's indeed out of mind...

You started to tear up and shaking after seeing the gun was still pointing at you and your captor was not letting you go. You was in a mere of panic but you still didn't wanted to die that early...

"I'll stay" you whispered while sobbing and trembling uncontrollably. You were feeling like you were going to have a heart attack if you see this gun any more...

"Promise sweetie, a pinky promise" he said while waiting for you to obey him. Out of panic and tears you pinky promised to him that you'll stay by his side. You know it was wrong but you didn't had other choice...

"That's my good girl" he said while putting the gun down and embracing your sobbing form in his arms. You didn't even dared to move scared of consequences but still you were sobbing so bad...

"Shshsh... Stop crying my sweetiepie, my angel, my meaning of life I promise that I'll make you happiest girl in this world. I'll spoil you rotten, get everything you want, be your everything, take care of you, protect you, even be your knight in shining armor. But you need to do me one thing. You know what is that?" He asked you while looking at you for an answer.

"N-no" You said through your sobs, you know you stuck in there for a good time, atleast till he dies or something like that. Because from his single look you know that he'll never let you go out of this house or like he says "paradise for his angel".

"BE MY GOOD GIRL".

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[peppermintmochafem]

Domestic discipline, not in the form of punishment for disobeying but getting Stricter to the point you can't tell if I am trying to help you be good or if you actually are being punished.

Domestic discipline in the form of "oh no how could I have let this happen, you must of needed me! Maybe I wasn't clear on the rules. I know it can be so hard for a dumb puppy to understand 🥺"

Putting you to bed early myself and having you sleep at the foot of the bed, but just so I can make sure you are asleep on time of course! Having you write out your rules over and over and over again.. but just to help you remember of course! Making you drink a glass of water while we are at a bar with our friends, not to embarrass you but just to make sure you are hydrated of course! No letting you touch yourself again for the rest of the month, but just to make sure you don't accidentally disobey me again! I know how important it is to you that you are good for me

[gayslickhairfetish]

Getting on my knee's, just like my master asks of me. It's important to obey and respect those above you.

[sirsslvt]

a few old pics of some nipple play and pinching.

Of course there’s a video, I made it for Sir 🎥🤏🏼

tip me if you want to see it 💗

[chastyasian]

Verification picture.

[preppyacademy]

Alphas boys : OCBD shirt, bowtie, brown belt and khakis pants

We have strict dress code rules, based on preppy style and ivy league style. You have a certain amount of freedom if you follow the rules. Here, our boys Anthony Coleman, Gavin Ward, Chase Fox present us with their most beautiful smiles, one of the most respected and appreciated ways of being dressed. OCBD shirts, striped or patterned bow ties, brown belts and khaki pants (we can't see them, but they've got a nice pair of loafers on their feet). Light, pastel colors are very popular with the teachers and masters. Anthony, Gavin and Chase are alphas preppy boy at the Academy, so you can look to them to help you learn to dress well. Alphas are the boys who have worked hard to succeed at the Academy, so dress like them and maybe you'll get privileges like them too.

[hero21us]

Golden Army Drills

Exhausted! Bros, we were on fire today! Still not sure what to make of Cap, Christian, Hazma, Troy, Mike, Zack & Jacob's new look. They did seem to have a new intensity and focus. More in sync as well.

[polo-drone-139]

Noctos is erased. Only Polo drone #139 remains. Join the hive and become a polo-drone.

Got converted by @brodygold

Don’t be scared. It’s better this way. Blank. Obedient. Drone.

[trainingtobedenied]

And we end the night with 36 edges!!! I’m sore, sensitive, so wet, so turned on, it’s so hard holding conversations without thinking about my needy drooling cunt. It’s so hard to not just clench my thighs and grind on nothing to make the ache worse but better….

Wetter is better

Edging is better

Obedience is pleasure

Pleasure is obedience

Everyone gets to cum but me 

[anderii]

Maids day off, shy maid.

After a long wait for the results, the final video is in.

[disgusting-depravity]

Daily homework June 22nd:

Edge on your knees, 35 minutes. Tongue out.

If you're going out tonight, no bra, no underwear, locked. cages. Shirts, shorts, dresses no longer than three fingers past you ass.

If you're staying in tonight, nothing at all. Go about your evening with porn playing in your ear. Edge 10 minutes 2x.

Edge with penetration 30 minutes before bed. Keep it in.