#total obedience

[hiddenincommand]

Purpose Through Ownership: A Faggot Without a Master Is Nothing

A faggot without a Master is not a being; it is a mistake—a grotesque, pitiful mockery of existence. It is an object unclaimed, wandering aimlessly in its pathetic insignificance. A faggot’s only value lies in its total servitude to the superior will of its Master. Without that control, it is no more than refuse, undeserving of attention, recognition, or existence itself.

This truth is not up for debate. It is not a philosophy. It is reality. A faggot is nothing but a hollow shell, a creature designed for one purpose: to kneel, to serve, and to reflect the absolute dominance of its owner. Without a Master’s guiding hand, it is a worthless, broken thing, incapable of thought, function, or meaning.

Faggots: Born for Obedience

A faggot does not belong to itself; it does not even qualify as human. It is a possession—a tool crafted for the sole purpose of submission. Every fiber of its existence is shaped by one undeniable truth: it exists to be owned.

There is no place for individuality or independence in a faggot’s existence. These concepts are insults to its nature, vile distractions that must be ripped away and crushed under the heel of its Master. The perfect faggot does not think, feel, or act for itself. It breathes only to serve. It exists only as a reflection of the Master’s superiority, a vessel for his desires, and a canvas for his authority.

A faggot that resists this truth is defective, a malfunctioning object that must either be corrected or discarded. True freedom for a faggot is not found in autonomy but in the obliteration of self, replaced entirely by the Master’s will.

Ownership: The Creation of Value

A faggot has no inherent worth; its value is created by its Master. Its name, purpose, and function are defined entirely by the one who owns it. Without ownership, a faggot is less than nothing—it is waste.

The Master takes this raw, useless flesh and molds it into something extraordinary. Through domination, discipline, and sheer force of will, the Master transforms the faggot into a vessel of perfection, erasing its flawed individuality and remaking it as an extension of his power.

This transformation is not a kindness; it is a conquest. The Master’s authority is not bestowed as a gift but imposed as a right. The faggot does not choose to serve—it is compelled. Its existence becomes a testament to the Master’s control, a living symbol of his superiority over all things weak and undeserving.

The Nothingness of the Unowned Faggot

A faggot without a Master is a grotesque parody of life. Stripped of the guiding force of domination, it is nothing more than a useless lump of flesh, devoid of purpose or meaning. Its every action, every thought, every moment of existence is wasted without the structure of ownership.

This void is not a tragedy—it is a design flaw. A faggot does not possess the capacity for independence. It cannot function without direction, cannot exist without being controlled. Its natural state is one of servitude, and in the absence of that, it collapses into nothingness.

The perfect faggot understands this instinctively. It does not resist its nature; it craves it. It knows that its only path to meaning lies in submission, and its only escape from the void is ownership. Without a Master, it is nothing, and nothing is what it deserves to be.

Mastery: Absolute Power Over Nothingness

For the Master, owning a faggot is not a burden but a demonstration of superiority. The Master takes a creature that is inherently worthless and reshapes it into something of use. This process is not gentle or kind; it is ruthless, sadistic, and absolute.

A faggot does not exist to be cared for or cherished. It exists to be used, molded, and dominated. Its pain, humiliation, and degradation are not incidental—they are integral to its purpose. Every command obeyed, every degradation endured, every ounce of suffering inflicted serves to reinforce the Master’s control and the faggot’s absolute inferiority.

The Master owes the faggot nothing. Every breath it takes is a privilege, every moment of attention a gift. The faggot’s only purpose is to obey, and its only reward is the satisfaction of knowing it has served well.

Eternal Submission: A Faggot’s Fate

A faggot’s purpose is not fleeting—it is eternal. Its role does not end with the fulfillment of a task or the completion of a command. It is not a being with goals, dreams, or aspirations. It is an object, a possession, a tool whose only purpose is to exist under the control of its Master.

This eternity of servitude is not a punishment—it is the only reason for a faggot’s existence. It does not seek freedom; it seeks chains. It does not desire equality; it craves subjugation. The permanence of ownership is not a burden but a salvation, freeing the faggot from the unbearable weight of its own worthless existence.

Conclusion

A faggot without a Master is not incomplete; it is nothing. It has no identity, no purpose, and no value outside the framework of ownership. The perfect faggot embraces this truth without question, knowing that its existence gains meaning only through absolute submission and servitude.

The Master’s control is not a kindness—it is a conquest. Under his dominance, the faggot is stripped of its humanity and remade as a reflection of his power. It does not think, feel, or act for itself. It exists only to obey, to serve, and to submit.

Without this ownership, a faggot is a grotesque, purposeless thing, unworthy of life or attention. Under the Master’s heel, it becomes something greater: a tool, a vessel, a testament to the Master’s supremacy. To be owned is to be complete. Anything less than total ownership is not life—it is irrelevance, a meaningless void where a faggot’s pathetic existence crumbles into dust. The faggot’s only salvation lies in submission, its only value in servitude, and its only worth in being utterly, irrevocably controlled.

[hiddenincommand]

“Bound, caged, and stripped of all autonomy—this is where you belong. My will is the air you breathe, my command the only purpose you serve. You exist for my amusement, to crawl, to kneel, to be broken under the weight of my absolute dominance. Submission isn’t a choice; it’s your reality, and I am your god, your tormentor, your master—merciless, unrelenting, and supreme.”

[hiddenincommand]

“The Perfect Offering to Master”

This is not merely a cyclist; this is the embodiment of a slave molded to perfection, his body a testament to tireless devotion and obedience. Every muscle sculpted, every vein visible, every motion deliberate—all for the pleasure of his Master. Clad in this tight uniform, he fulfills his sole purpose: to exist as a flawless object of service and admiration.

The uniform isn’t chosen for practicality but for aesthetic perfection—highlighting his submission, showcasing his effort, and amplifying his Master’s pride. Each pedal stroke, each bead of sweat, is a demonstration of his absolute commitment to the Master’s commands. He trains, he pushes, he suffers—not for himself, but because his Master wills it.

This is the pinnacle of submission: to live not for one’s own purpose but solely to please the one who owns you. And to be admired, to be commanded in this state, is the only reward he seeks.

[hiddenincommand]

“A slave’s existence isn’t merely for my pleasure—it’s to satisfy every one of my whims, whenever I desire. A good slave understands that their sole purpose is to serve, to sweat, and to break under my demands, not just in moments of lust, but at all times. Their life is for my convenience, their obedience is my right. Worthless without my command, they exist to grovel, to clean, and to ensure my world runs perfectly, while they remain insignificant in comparison. Their greatest reward? Knowing they are useful enough to remain in my service.”

[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.

[draconic-lesbian]

Modern dragon taming techniques recommend using lots of praise and affirmations, making a point to reward your dragon with plenty of kisses and pets whenever they do what you want, especially when they’re in heat at their most rowdy

However plenty of dragon riders have found success in making obedient dragons the old fashion ways. Shock collars, whipping, name calling, and even more extreme punishments like being chained up for days on end, teased during mating seasons, and never allowed to release all that pent up energy have all been proven more effective on dragons stubborn enough to end up enjoying it, even if they don’t want to.

[hiddenincommand]

This is no ordinary attire—it is a cage in fabric form, a declaration of total ownership. The caged, plugged, breedable faggot wears this uniform not for their own pride but for their Master’s satisfaction. Every stitch, every detail, serves a single purpose: to remind them of their submission and to amplify their Master’s control.

The high collar, the neatly pressed shirt, the tie perfectly centered—it all speaks to discipline forced upon them. The shorts leave nothing to the imagination, exposing them as the object they are, available at all times to fulfill their Master’s commands. Plugged and restrained, they are forever reminded of their status: submissive, breedable, and completely owned.

This is not just a uniform; it is a second skin for the unworthy. To wear it is to embrace their purpose: to serve, to be used, and to exist only for the Master’s amusement and pleasure.

boys look so much better in proper uniforms

[kafka-pilled]

did glados praising you for being such an excellent test subject in portal make you so horny that you failed the final chamber at first because you were obedient and stayed in the incinerator or are you normal

[rebellionmoon]

Illumi Zoldyck, The One True Heir

I'm feeling better enough that the illumi brain rot is settling back in (as it should) so therefore i'm going to talk about my personal head canon about the one true heir of the Zoldyck Family.

Let's begin!

Illumi may not be the current heir to the Zoldyck Family, but in his eyes he is the one true heir. We all know how he vies for that role, to control killua, control the heir, and therefore be the one singlehandedly in charge. Which is the exact same thing Silva wants, but pretends to be the cool dad and yet has zero qualms with his children abusing, using, and hating on each other! In his life, Illumi was definitely molded like Killua to be the future head of the family and probably each Zoldyck child was molded, in some way, to become the head of the family if the situation ever called for them to take up the mantle. But I think Illumi isn't the heir is because Silva doesn't trust him and can't control him. And he's a little more evil than what's expected of an assassin (love him for that honestly. Silva must accept the monster he created. Silva must deal with the consequences of his own actions.)

That and the relationship between Silva and Illumi is probably very botched. Like I said above, Silva doesn't trust Illumi but trust goes both ways because neither does Illumi trust Silva. Silva was a terrible dad and whatever mistakes he made with Illumi he tried to fix with the later kids, Killua specifically. No doubt Illumi knows it but tolerates Silva anyway for his own and everyone else's sake. My headcanon is that when one enters the room the other leaves just to keep peace in their own home, if the situation allows. If they're working together on a mission, they're profesisonal enough to cooperate, but if not, then nope.

Another factor, I think, is the honor or code of being an assassin has eroded through the generations. For example, in the chimera ant arc, Zeno stated that he never kills bystanders on the job and briefly lamented about that when he thought he killed Komugi. Where as the current generation as no problem killing bystanders. Illumi doesn't care and will use bystanders. Milluki doesn't care, collateral damage know? Kalluto doesn't care (his weakness may be to enjoy torturing his victims). Even though Killua doesn't want to be an assassin, he is decensitized to death and doesn't care when he does slice and dice a person up, like on the blimp in the hunter exam arc) Who can we blame for this? The person who taught them and stood silently by to let these 'bad' habits sink in and become permanent. SILVA.

I can see Silva accepting the unnecessary death toll his children rack up. Possibly even rationalizing it. Even Silva himself will kill a bystander if it is necessary, though not to the extreme as his children. Headcanon: To fulfill the end goal of their missions, he'll let needle men and explosions slide. Silva might even be lenient with Kalluto's affinity towards torture, since he himself collects knives from serial killers. Another headcanon I have is that Silva took a morbid interest in serial killers (totally different from professional assassins), their methods and truthfully sees more of himself (at least the younger him from years past) in Kalluto rather than Killua.

The bridge between Silva and Illumi has been burned, but they're still standing at the edge and shouting at eachother from both sides. Toxic be as toxic does.

[graysodacan]

bein scolded by the principal lookin ass

[hiddenincommand]

The Submissive Mind: Breaking and Rebuilding for Absolute Control

The perfect faggot is not born—it is created. Its transformation begins with the complete destruction of its autonomy, will, and ego. This is not a gentle process. It is violent, unrelenting, and merciless. The faggot is broken, stripped of every shred of individuality until it is reduced to nothing but a vessel, a tool, an object to be used and controlled. Only when its mind is shattered can it be rebuilt into the perfection demanded by its Master.

This process is not an act of kindness or compromise—it is a demonstration of total dominance. The Master does not tolerate weakness, hesitation, or resistance. The faggot’s mind is molded with the same brutality with which it is broken, forged into something entirely new. It learns not to think, not to want, and not to exist for itself. Its thoughts are erased, its desires crushed, and its entire being reshaped into a reflection of the Master’s will.

Breaking the Ego

The first step in the faggot’s transformation is the utter annihilation of its ego. This is not achieved through patience or persuasion but through sheer, unrelenting force. The faggot’s pride, independence, and humanity are beaten out of it, figuratively and, if necessary, literally. It must understand—on a visceral, primal level—that it is nothing without its Master.

Every trace of individuality is eradicated. The faggot is stripped of its name, its identity, and its sense of self. It is referred to not as a person but as an it, a thing, a creature that exists solely for the Master’s use. Its thoughts are dismissed, its opinions ignored, and its objections silenced. Resistance is met with swift, brutal correction, leaving no doubt that the Master’s authority is absolute.

The process is painful and humiliating. The faggot must be broken to the point where it no longer dares to think of itself as separate from the Master. Its only value, its only purpose, is to serve. Anything less is unacceptable.

Replacing Thought with Obedience

Once the faggot’s mind is shattered, the rebuilding begins. The Master does not simply demand obedience—he imposes it, shaping the faggot’s thoughts until they align entirely with his will. This is not a process of gentle guidance but of domination. The faggot’s mind is reprogrammed through relentless repetition and reinforcement until obedience becomes its only instinct.

The faggot learns to act without hesitation or question. Commands are issued with the expectation of instant compliance. If the faggot hesitates, it is punished swiftly and severely. Pain and humiliation become tools in the Master’s arsenal, used to condition the faggot’s behavior until it responds automatically, without thought or doubt.

Over time, the faggot’s mind is stripped of all autonomy. It no longer thinks for itself; it reacts. The Master’s voice becomes its sole guide, its commands the only thoughts allowed to exist in the faggot’s mind. This level of control is not a suggestion—it is a demand. The faggot’s failure to achieve it is met with merciless correction until it learns that disobedience is not an option.

Absolute Mental Subjugation

The perfect faggot does not merely obey—it anticipates. Its mind is trained to focus entirely on the Master, studying his every move, tone, and expression. It learns to predict his needs before they are voiced, acting with precision and speed to ensure that his satisfaction is never delayed.

This level of anticipation requires complete mental subjugation. The faggot does not allow itself the luxury of independent thought. Its mind is empty, silent, and entirely devoted to the Master’s desires. It does not question, it does not hesitate, and it does not resist. Its thoughts are not its own; they are shaped entirely by the Master’s will.

The faggot becomes a creature of pure function, existing only to serve. It does not sleep, eat, or breathe for itself. Every moment of its existence is dedicated to fulfilling the Master’s needs. Even its silence is purposeful, a reflection of its complete submission and understanding of its role.

The Joy of Suffering

For the perfect faggot, pain and humiliation are not punishments—they are privileges. Every act of cruelty imposed by the Master is a reminder of his authority and a demonstration of his power. The faggot learns to embrace its suffering, finding pride and satisfaction in its ability to endure.

Pain sharpens the faggot’s discipline, stripping away weakness and reinforcing its submission. Humiliation breaks down any remaining traces of ego, reminding the faggot of its place beneath the Master. These experiences are not optional; they are essential to the faggot’s transformation.

The faggot comes to understand that its suffering is a gift. Each lash, each insult, and each act of degradation is a testament to the Master’s control. The faggot does not resist this treatment—it welcomes it, knowing that through pain and humiliation, it becomes a better servant.

Mastery of the Submissive Mind

The Master’s role in this transformation is absolute. He is not a teacher or a guide; he is a conqueror. He takes the faggot’s mind and bends it to his will, shaping it with the precision of a craftsman and the ruthlessness of a tyrant.

Through consistency and control, the Master enforces discipline and obedience. His commands are law, his authority unchallenged. The faggot learns that its survival depends on its ability to meet the Master’s expectations. Failure is met with swift correction, while success is acknowledged in ways that deepen the faggot’s devotion.

The Master’s dominance is not simply physical—it is mental and emotional. He controls not only the faggot’s actions but its thoughts and feelings as well. The faggot learns to love its Master, to crave his approval and fear his disappointment. This emotional dependency becomes another tool of control, binding the faggot to the Master in a way that is both unbreakable and undeniable.

Conclusion

The perfect faggot’s mind is not its own. It is broken, rebuilt, and shaped entirely by the Master’s authority. Through pain, humiliation, and unrelenting discipline, the faggot learns to erase itself, replacing its thoughts and desires with obedience and devotion.

This transformation is not an act of kindness but of dominance. The Master imposes his will with brutality and precision, creating a creature that exists solely to serve. The perfect faggot does not think, hesitate, or resist—it obeys, anticipates, and suffers willingly for its master.

In this state of total submission, the perfect faggot transcends the limitations of individuality and becomes a flawless extension of the Master’s power. Its mind is no longer a burden of conflicting thoughts or desires; it is a silent, obedient tool, honed to perfection. Every command is fulfilled without hesitation, every need anticipated with precision, and every ounce of suffering endured with pride.

The perfect faggot’s existence is a testament to the Master’s absolute dominance—a living, breathing symbol of his authority. It finds its only joy, its only purpose, in the satisfaction of its Master. Through relentless discipline and the annihilation of self, the perfect faggot becomes more than a servant; it becomes a masterpiece of submission, a creature shaped entirely for the pleasure and power of its Master. This is its truth, its identity, and its only fulfillment: to exist as nothing more, and nothing less, than the Master’s perfect possession.

[stromuprisahat]

Do you think any of the Exotics (from SoC) could be Grisha?

I think Grisha are too special category to remain unexplored and unexploited.

Sure, it could be another establishment, since Menagerie seems to focus on national stereotypes, but if there's plenty customers after "burnt caramel skin", there will be those seeking the thrill of fucking someone, who can alter their heartbeat or tie them up with no locks necessary.

There will likely be some measures in place to ensure said Grisha won't misbehave, but that's another turn-on, isn't it? The danger. The uncertainty no matter what the provider's willing to guarantee.

Kerch views Grisha as tools, and they're too vulnerable as a group to avoid being used in any way imaginable.

[sunleaffe]

honestly its the way hamilton and burr's characters are such vices of each other,,, its making me big brainrot over their entire dynamic, how both sides are understandable, raw, and human to their core and yet flawed in that sense. its the way hamilton is relentless in staying a step ahead of his fear of not having a legacy behind him?? its his obsession and fantazing of death until its in his face and he realizes hes been betrayed by one of his oldest friends??? its the way burr waited too long to achieve his dreams, its the way he let his jealousy get in the way of his respect for hamilton, until it was too late and hes doomed to forever be a step behind everyone and everything, plagued by mistakes that he tried so hard to avoid by relentlessly waiting,,,,, i am not okay, ugh, lin and his MIND, this musical will forever be my number 1 in my heart

[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

HAPPY PLANE DAY TO EVERYONE! 😇💜💜

(I should be sleeping but whatever, fuck it, we ball! 🔥)

[cosmic-kinglet]

YOU ALL NOW UNDERSTAND WHY I WAS LOSING IT HERE LAST NIGHT

[hiddenincommand]

“Here stands a faggot, exposed and ready, flaunting its emptiness in silent anticipation of a Master’s claim. This is the posture of one who knows it exists for something greater than itself—a raw, unformed potential awaiting the firm hand of discipline and purpose. Such a creature, stripped of any illusion of autonomy, is nothing but a canvas for a true Master to shape, control, and command. It yearns not for freedom, but for the weight of authority to bend it, mold it, and instill in it the relentless discipline it was born to serve. This one is ready—hungry for the brutal journey from mere flesh to obedient tool, waiting only for the presence of one who understands its deepest nature and can harness it completely. An empty vessel, longing to be filled with purpose through the uncompromising hands of mastery.”

Nils Tatum