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[myblogisnamenatalie]

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[losetocandy]

Just bc I love flexing on broke people

[hiddenincommand]

Submission as Identity: The Psychological Evolution of the Submissive

In the natural order of power, there is no room for individuality among those who serve. A submissive’s identity is not his own—it is forged, shaped, and ultimately erased by the Master who claims him. The submissive is not born; he is created, broken and rebuilt into the perfect instrument of service. His transformation is not a choice but an inevitability, for in the presence of true dominance, all resistance crumbles, leaving only the raw clay of obedience to be molded into perfection.

A submissive’s identity is not defined by who he is but by what he becomes: a living extension of the Master’s will. He is stripped of self, reduced to his most essential purpose—service without question, obedience without hesitation, and devotion without limit. He exists not as a man but as a shadow, a vessel through which the Master’s desires are fulfilled.

The Erasure of Self

The transformation begins with the systematic destruction of the submissive’s sense of self. His pride, his will, his independence—all are dismantled under the weight of the Master’s dominance. This is not a process of negotiation; it is an unrelenting conquest of the mind and spirit. The submissive learns quickly that his opinions, his desires, and his sense of autonomy are irrelevant, mere obstacles to the perfection demanded by his Master.

The destruction of self is not an act of cruelty but one of necessity. For the submissive to fulfill his role, he must be emptied of all that does not serve the Master. His body becomes a tool, his mind a blank slate, and his soul a canvas upon which the Master imprints his will. What remains is not a man but a creation, wholly and utterly devoted to the one who owns him.

Rebirth Through Obedience

From this destruction emerges something far greater: a submissive whose identity is rooted entirely in obedience. His worth is no longer measured by his individuality but by his utility, his capacity to serve and satisfy his Master in every conceivable way. This rebirth is not merely symbolic; it is a total redefinition of existence.

The submissive finds freedom in his chains, liberation in his bondage, and fulfillment in his servitude. He no longer grapples with the burden of choice or the chaos of self-determination. Instead, he is guided by the absolute clarity of his purpose: to obey, to please, and to exist solely for the benefit of his Master.

The Mind of the Submissive

The mind of the submissive is a fragile, malleable thing, one that must be trained and conditioned to align perfectly with the Master’s expectations. This is not a process of persuasion but one of dominance, enforced with brutal precision. The submissive is taught to anticipate the Master’s needs, to act without instruction, and to find joy in the suffering that comes with his role.

Every thought is monitored, every impulse controlled. There is no room for hesitation or doubt; the submissive must learn to think as the Master commands. Over time, this conditioning becomes second nature, and the submissive’s mind is no longer his own. It is a mirror reflecting the Master’s will, a tool honed to perfection through pain, discipline, and unrelenting obedience.

Devotion Without Limit

The ultimate goal of this transformation is total devotion—a state in which the submissive’s very existence revolves around the Master. His thoughts, his actions, his very being are all dedicated to fulfilling the Master’s desires. He lives not for himself but for the one who owns him, finding purpose and pride in his role as a servant.

This devotion is not passive; it is active, consuming, and all-encompassing. The submissive does not wait to be told what to do; he seeks out ways to please, anticipating the Master’s needs before they are voiced. His life is a constant act of worship, a ceaseless effort to prove his worth through service and obedience.

The Beauty of Submission

There is a brutal, savage beauty in this transformation. The submissive, stripped of self and remade as an instrument of service, becomes something pure, something perfect. His identity is no longer a burden but a gift, one bestowed upon him by the Master who owns him.

In this hierarchy, the submissive finds his true purpose. He is not a man, not an equal, but a creation—a being whose sole reason for existence is to serve, obey, and please. And in that role, he achieves a kind of perfection that is unattainable by any other means.

This is the truth of submission: the complete erasure of self, the rebirth of identity through obedience, and the unrelenting devotion to the Master who claims him. It is not a life of freedom, but it is a life of purpose, and in that purpose lies the ultimate fulfillment.

Conclusion

The transformation of the submissive is not an act of cruelty but of necessity. In the erasure of self and the embrace of service, the submissive finds not only his purpose but also his perfection. Stripped of pride and individuality, he becomes a vessel of unwavering obedience, a creature molded to serve and satisfy the Master’s every whim.

His identity is no longer his own—it is a reflection of the Master’s will, a testament to the power of dominance and control. In submission, he achieves clarity, freedom, and fulfillment. For in the end, the submissive’s worth is not measured by who he was, but by how perfectly he serves. This is the essence of submission: the rebirth of identity through devotion, obedience, and the complete surrender of self to the Master who commands him.

[fatcuckk]

Ok so it's kind of crazy but amazingggg that a couple months ago I was just this feminist bitch that thought I mattered. I was lost, anxious and confused... and then discovered Tumblr (yay!) and realized the truth about females being below Men, being grateful for Men looking at our tits, and just emptied my brain and put cute pink drippy thoughts instead. Like, I'm literally answering dirty asks from my inbox from my followers?! Ugh I love my life! And I love slowly meshing my Tumblr self and my self the world knows me as... It's like I'm discovering more and more about myself with every edge...

[chastyasian]

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[goddess670]

[badboytim-blog]

[hiddenincommand]

The Perfect Faggot: A Life of Complete Submission

In my world, there is no room for ambiguity. Power and hierarchy are absolute. There are those who command and those who serve, and at the very bottom of that structure lies the faggot. The perfect faggot is not a man in any real sense—he is an object of service, a creature of submission whose very existence revolves around fulfilling the needs of the one who owns him. That is his only purpose.

To speak of the perfect faggot is to understand that he lives not for himself, but for the Alpha to whom he is bound. His life is one of total obedience, of unquestioning devotion, and of complete erasure of self. His body, his mind, his actions—everything belongs to the one he serves. He does not seek pleasure, for pleasure is irrelevant to a faggot. His sole focus is on service, on being the tool through which his Master achieves satisfaction.

Absolute Obedience: A Faggot’s Core Duty

A perfect faggot knows that his primary role is to obey, without question, without hesitation, and without the slightest flicker of resistance. Obedience is not just expected; it is demanded. The perfect faggot understands that he has no autonomy—his body, his mind, his every thought is governed by the desires of his Master.

I do not waste my time with creatures who question their place. A faggot who serves me does so without pause, without thought of himself. When I issue a command, it is carried out instantly, and if it isn’t, that faggot’s life becomes a living hell. The perfect faggot knows this and lives by it. Obedience is not negotiable—it is his purpose. He exists to serve, and he does so with every fiber of his being.

A Faggot’s Life: Void of Desire, Filled with Duty

The perfect faggot has no personal desires. He lives not for his own fulfillment, but for mine. His chastity cage ensures that he remains focused, that his own base needs are locked away and forgotten. The only pleasure he derives comes from knowing he has pleased me. His mouth, his body—they are nothing more than tools, instruments designed to serve an Alpha like me.

Let me be clear: a faggot’s purpose is not to find his own gratification. A faggot is not a man, and he has no claim to such things. His body exists to be used at my will, whether to satisfy my desires or to perform tasks that ensure my comfort. The perfect faggot knows this and accepts it without question. He understands that his worth is measured only in how well he serves me, not in his ability to seek out his own pleasure.

Perfection in Service: Always Ready, Always Available

A perfect faggot is never off duty. His life revolves entirely around my needs, my whims, and my satisfaction. He is always ready, always available, waiting in constant anticipation of the next command. His mind is sharp, focused solely on what he can do to better serve me. His body, locked in chastity, kept clean and neat, is always prepared for use.

When I call, he responds. When I open the fall front of my breeches, he knows exactly what is expected. There is no hesitation, no delay. Whether it’s his mouth that is needed to serve, or another act of submission required, the perfect faggot offers himself without pause. His purpose is to serve, to be available whenever I demand it, and he finds fulfillment in that role. There is no higher calling for a faggot than to serve a true Alpha, and he knows it.

Discipline and Devotion: The Core of a Faggot’s Existence

A perfect faggot understands that his role is not just about physical submission—it is about discipline. His body must be maintained in perfect condition, kept exactly how I expect it. His grooming, his attire, his appearance—everything is a reflection of his service to me. The perfect faggot is always immaculate, dressed in the way I demand, groomed to the highest standard, because he knows that his appearance reflects directly on me, his Master.

But more than physical discipline, a faggot must possess mental discipline. His mind must be focused solely on my needs, on anticipating my desires before I even voice them. He must be sharp, always thinking of how best to serve me, how to make my life easier, more comfortable, more pleasurable. His devotion must be absolute. The perfect faggot knows that his only worth is in how well he satisfies his Master, and he takes pride in that fact.

A Faggot’s Purpose: To Serve and Obey

The perfect faggot understands one simple truth: his existence revolves entirely around me. He is not a man; he is not an equal. He is an instrument of service, a creature whose sole purpose is to fulfill my needs, obey my commands, and offer himself for my use whenever I choose. His life is one of complete submission, and he accepts it without hesitation.

There is no higher honor for a faggot than to serve an Alpha like me. His body, his mind, his very being—everything is devoted to ensuring my satisfaction. His chastity ensures that his focus never wavers, that his thoughts remain fixed on his duty. His every action is governed by my will, and his only reward is the knowledge that he has pleased me.

In this world, there are those who command, and those who serve. A perfect faggot knows his place. He is not here to question, to seek, or to desire. He is here to serve, to obey, and to exist solely for the pleasure of his Master. And when he serves me well, he knows that he has fulfilled his one true purpose.

[goddesselizabeth-domme]

Limp, weak, and brainless just how you’re meant to be. Edge, goon, and leak your last bit of control away. Beg like the pathetic ass pig you are, nose to the ground, wallet wide open. Your only purpose? Brutal edging, endless leaking, and total submission. 💦🐷

#GoonerTraining #EdgingAddict #WeakForGoddess

[dream-cuckquean]

I want to wear an outfit that doesn't even fit. To let myself be groped and manhandled. 🤤

I want him to spread my pussy so the panties are right in between my pussy lips. Praise me by telling me I'm a good slut girl and giving my pussy a couple slaps too. 😈 Spank my ass until a hand print appears 🍑 then move on to rip off the small panties I have and stick a finger in my wet pussy, put a finger in my ass, see how easy it was to slide in and have me stay open and available all weekend 💕

Have me stand by pulling me by my hair and leading me to the kitchen. At the table you sit down and pull me down so I'm on my knees ready to suck dick. Tell me big girls don't use their hands to make a man cum. I can only use my mouth 🥰 I must keep my hands behind my back.

Slap me, if I slow down or just for fun. Make me feel like a dumb little slut for you. Tell me to sit there, don't move and wait with my tongue out while you get up and walk awake for a few minutes. Coming back telling me "Such an obedient slut. You will do everything I say. You're such a good pet for me." -- While you take a seat back in your chair ready to use my mouth for your pleasure.

Panting like a dog in heat, I start licking away like a good pet would do 😇👅💦

[laikastarrypups]

sub alpha x dom omega. the omega training the alpha to fuck them through their heat whenever they want. having a well trained, needy mutt on command to breed them and take care of their every need. the omega teasing their alpha for being so weak.

"look at you. I'm in heat and you're still just my obedient dog, doing whatever I ask. so much stronger than me and yet I have you on my leash. cmon, mutt, keep breeding me. that's a good pup."

[goddesselizabeth-domme]

Oh, poor little sissy… I bet you’ve been thinking about Me all day, haven’t you? Squirming in frustration, desperate for My attention, aching to be teased. Well, here’s your afternoon delight:

💄 Imagine Me whispering in your ear… telling you exactly how helpless you are. How you’ll never be a real man. Just a weak, needy, obedient plaything, made to be teased, denied, and molded into the perfect little sissy for My amusement.

🎀 Are you ready to prove how far you’ve fallen? Tell Me… what’s the most humiliating thing you’ve done just to feel closer to Me?

Reblog & confess, little one. Let Me see just how deep your sissy addiction runs. 💕

[rckelly14]

Midwest USA

I'm located in the Midwest of the USA, and 31 years of age. Im seeking a Mistress/Goddess to own me in full. In-person servitude is a must! Where are you from? 🙂