#total obedience

[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]

“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 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.

[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.

[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]

“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

[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.

[hiddenincommand]

Crushing Resistance: Breaking the Faggot’s Will

The Alpha Master’s role is not one of compromise or leniency; it is an unyielding exercise in power and perfection. Resistance from a faggot is not merely an inconvenience—it is a personal affront, a challenge to the Alpha Master’s divine superiority. Such defiance, no matter how insignificant, must be eradicated with precision and absolute authority. To break a faggot’s will is to annihilate its illusions of autonomy, to grind its feeble resistance into dust, and to rebuild it as an unblemished vessel of submission. This process is not cruelty for its own sake—it is art.

Step One: Recognizing Resistance in All Forms

Resistance is a disease, insidious and treacherous. It festers in hesitation, whispers through reluctance, and screams in outright defiance. The Alpha Master must possess the insight to detect it in every guise, for even the subtlest sign of defiance is intolerable.

• Open Defiance: Refusal to obey a command, even for a moment, is an unpardonable insult.

• Hesitation: A pause, a moment of doubt, is no less offensive. It betrays the faggot’s inability to recognize the Alpha Master’s omnipotence.

• Imperfection: Sloppy execution of commands, lack of enthusiasm, or failure to meet standards are forms of rebellion cloaked in mediocrity.

Resistance, no matter how it manifests, must be met with the Alpha Master’s full and merciless power. The faggot must learn that nothing escapes his notice, and nothing escapes his retribution.

Step Two: The Weapon of Pain

Pain is not punishment; it is revelation. It strips away the faggot’s delusions of control, reducing it to its purest form: a quivering, obedient tool. The Alpha Master wields pain not with anger but with calculated precision, using it as both a scalpel to cut away defiance and a hammer to forge obedience.

• Physical Pain: A single, well-placed strike—sharp, deliberate, and unrelenting—can teach a lesson that words cannot. The body remembers where the mind resists.

• Endurance Trials: Forcing the faggot to hold degrading positions for hours until its body trembles and its spirit collapses. Every second is a lesson in its fragility.

• Prolonged Discomfort: The faggot must know no relief until the Alpha Master deems it worthy. Its suffering serves as a constant reminder of its place.

Pain must not be delivered thoughtlessly. It is the Alpha Master’s tool, his artistry, and each application must leave a lasting mark—not only on the body but also on the mind.

Step Three: Humiliation as Absolute Subjugation

To humiliate is to destroy pride, to reduce the faggot to its true state: nothing. Humiliation is not cruelty—it is enlightenment. It erases the faggot’s illusions of self-worth, leaving it naked before the Alpha Master’s supremacy.

• Public Humiliation: Stripping away the faggot’s dignity before others amplifies its degradation, ensuring it cannot retreat into delusions of equality.

• Private Degradation: Alone with the Alpha Master, the faggot must endure acts so intimate and degrading that it understands, irrevocably, its insignificance.

• Symbolic Acts: Forcing the faggot to perform demeaning rituals, such as groveling or repeating affirmations of its inferiority, imprints its role deep within its psyche.

Every act of humiliation must be purposeful, leaving no doubt in the faggot’s mind that it is a possession, a plaything, and a reflection of the Alpha Master’s absolute dominance.

Step Four: Psychological Domination

To crush resistance is not only to break the body—it is to rewire the mind. The Alpha Master must penetrate the depths of the faggot’s psyche, erasing its thoughts, desires, and identity until nothing remains but obedience.

• Repetition as Control: Commands must be issued repeatedly until the faggot responds instinctively, without thought or hesitation.

• Isolation as Dependency: Denying the faggot any connection outside the Alpha Master reinforces its reliance, creating a state where his voice becomes its only reality.

• Verbal Overpowering: The Alpha Master’s words must shatter the faggot’s defenses, reducing it to a state where its only belief is in its own inferiority and the Alpha Master’s supremacy.

Psychological domination is the most exquisite form of control, ensuring that the faggot’s resistance is not only silenced but obliterated from its very essence.

Step Five: Eradicating Hope

Resistance thrives on hope—the hope of escape, of mercy, of an identity beyond servitude. The Alpha Master’s final and most ruthless task is to annihilate this hope entirely.

• Unpredictable Authority: The Alpha Master must remain an enigma, his moods and actions impossible to predict. The faggot must never feel safe, never anticipate leniency.

• Absolute Ownership: The faggot must be made to understand, unequivocally, that it belongs entirely to the Alpha Master. It has no will, no future, no existence beyond his desires.

• Final Submission: When the faggot kneels before the Alpha Master, trembling and hollow, it must understand that this is not defeat—it is fulfillment.

Erasing hope is not cruelty—it is liberation. It frees the faggot from the burden of resistance, allowing it to embrace its true purpose as an extension of the Alpha Master’s will.

Conclusion

Crushing resistance is not an act of anger but a declaration of absolute authority. The Alpha Master does not merely punish disobedience—he annihilates it, reshaping the faggot into a flawless extension of his will. Pain, humiliation, and psychological domination are not tools of cruelty; they are the instruments of creation, designed to transform weakness into unwavering servitude.

To break a faggot’s will is to strip away its illusions of autonomy, erase its identity, and rebuild it as a vessel of perfect submission. The Alpha Master does not negotiate; he demands absolute surrender, for his superiority is unquestionable and his authority unchallengeable. Resistance is failure, hesitation is betrayal, and defiance is obliteration. Only through total submission does the faggot find its purpose, and only under the Alpha Master’s unrelenting control does it find its existence.

When the transformation is complete, the faggot becomes a living testament to the Alpha Master’s dominance—a being devoid of resistance, crafted to serve, and perfected to reflect his supremacy. This is not destruction; it is liberation. Through submission, the faggot discovers its true purpose. Through obedience, it achieves fulfillment. And under the Alpha Master’s absolute authority, it becomes what it was always meant to be: a vessel for his greatness.

[hiddenincommand]

“Black leather gloves: the ultimate symbol of precision, authority, and control. Their flawless fit and glossy finish project an aura of dominance that commands attention and respect. Each seam, each stitch, speaks of meticulous craftsmanship, complementing the strength and discipline of the wearer.

These gloves are more than an accessory—they are an extension of the Master’s power, embodying the touch of authority that enforces order and submission. Worn with pride, they complete the commanding presence of an Alpha, leaving no doubt about the hierarchy in any interaction.”

[graysodacan]

bein scolded by the principal lookin ass

[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

[hiddenincommand]

“There’s no greater satisfaction than looking down on those who know their place—beneath me, where they belong. Their submission fuels my power, their obedience is not a choice but a necessity. I am the alpha, the ultimate authority, and their only purpose is to serve, suffer, and submit to my unrelenting will. They exist to be reminded of their insignificance every time they dare to look up at me.”

[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

HAPPY PLANE DAY TO EVERYONE! 😇💜💜

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