Born To Serve; Trained To Surrender

33, male. Unashamed analytical submissive.

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MAN - AXIS MUNDI TO THE FEMININE

Please do not read this as me giving a lesson to Superiors, but he asked what was going on when we hold on and caress and lick and lightly nibble on a Man and giggle after he gives us what we were craving the whole time HIS Masculine SEED.

we need to step away from the materialistic evolutionary world view, Sir, in order to understand better (can you feel my lustful kitten eyes looking into your eyes and my smirk as i swim down to you half erect Cock?).

Let me paint a picture first: im caged, pantied, and wearing a bra as i always am, but as i write this at home im also wearing my skinny jeans, tight top, heels, and MUCH cuter ear rings than i wear to the office. it just feels natural this way, an external expression of the interior reality of living with the feminine principle.

That's the difference really, I have a male body but the feminine principle; You, Sir, have a male body and the Masculine principle. As the Masculine principle you are the feminine's Axis Mundi: a holy place which connects heaven and earth, a symbol of the center of the world. Do not shrug this off and consider it an exaggeration. You are the principle which is active, moves, and directs. You know this very well.

The feminine principle on the other hand is the receptive, responder to the principle which moves and directs. We are empty, in a very meaningful serious sense. we may fill our lives with all manner of things in a vain attempt to find something to move us and direct us. But all attempts outside Men and God are never going to work.

Without the Masculine principle to chain, bind, direct, and move the feminine principle we are left in a cycle of consumption, vanity, envy, gossip, self pleasure (physical, emotional, spiritual), and self destruction.

Please, any Man reading this, tell me that you don't see this in all of the feminine constantly! You cannot because you know this to be true. Without you and your Masculine principle this is what we are reduced to.

To receive your seed is to take into ourselves the essence of the Axis Mundi, the essence of the mover, the essence of the one who directs life towards productive ends.

To receive it after a thorough breeding? That is just the long and necessary preamble to reduce our feminine principle to its proper place under your foot.

To receive the essence of the Axis Mundi into ourselves is to pause the cycle and to have, for a period, direction. we hold on because you are the unmoving pole which stops the dizzying effects of the feminine principle that we experience 24/7, 365 otherwise.

This also explains our fear if you think about it. So won't you please just put me on my knees as i weakly protest and put your Cock so deep down my throat that all "thought" stops, Sir?

[queen-boudicca69]

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Either they'll cheat on you or you'll end up in the friendzone. You can't fight the inevitable. Have I ever mentioned that I love my small penis?

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It is that simple if you love her and are married to her. You know that she is your superior and you should treat her this way. I am so grateful my wife married me. We both agree that our marriage was meant to be.

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She used to love the way I fucked. After her first Bull she made my new position clear in the hierarchy

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I really love this whole licker identity stuff. Eating women out is the closest thing to direct experience of the divine I have ever felt.

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YOUR LIPS WRAPPED AROUND MY BBC

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N.S.F.W. “Yes !!! I believe in ending the patriarchy and supporting the Matriarchy. Giving leadership to Women is the only best way forward. I support reducing men’s rights and elevating Women to a higher status. Every beta male you know will support this with you. They’re followers. Not leaders."

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A comment to a post i cannot find anymore

It was such an interesting post for us bois! "find someone who lets you become that cute little slut you truly are." This is worth unpacking for us as it has some good truth but also some misdirections :)

we must seek out someone who gives us the opportunity and privilege to be our full selves with them. They will not come to us if we are just sitting at home touching out little penis! so this is such a good admonition, we cannot just sit around dreaming and hoping that what we want will happen to us without putting in any effort! But therein lies the misdirection too 🤭

"who lets you become" bois - lets get a bit real with ourselves - the Men that we truly desire's time is very very valuable. Far more valuable than we care to consider despite ourselves. Many of the Men enjoy the training of a boi, but they also want to see a boi who has taken it on himself to start down this path and be making real strides.

When we go out to find a Man who will treat us like the "little slut [we] truly are" we need to entice them, show them that what they want is what we have! so we need to focus in on what we can do, even without a Man to take us how we dream, to make ourselves into something that he would really want and take on the challenge of taking us even further!

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recovery implies that there is something to go back to, that there was once a state that one was in that was not like it is now. You think of something that was once whole and is now fractured. That is not the reality we inhabit bois, it's not honest to say that. we have always been like this, since we were born and maybe before. its really compelling that this is written into our DNA, that we were destine to be like this and to deny it and try to "recover" is just selfish delusions. Spend time with powerful Men and beautiful girls. If they can stand your company then you'll figure out quickly just how different we are at a very fundamental level. If we can live through that pain, live in it for a bit, then we have hope of coming out the other side happy and humble enough to be useful in this life.

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Wedding Day

im sitting in a comfy, luscious chair in front of a large mirror that goes from wall to wall. im looking deeply into my own eyes. They seem bigger, deeper, and shine. My eyelashes and eyebrows are done so softly that i feel i could sleep in them. My face is smooth and silky, a woman’s face blocks half my vision i could see her eyes dart from side to side making sure my face and hair were symmetric. “You really do look so beautiful.” i heard my Mother walking up behind me. i felt overwhelmed and held back tears. “Thank you.” i told her softly.

The woman in front of me moved and i looked up to see my hair. A half updo, the curls deep, lucious and full of volume. Going down the sides of my face, behind my ears and parting at my shoulders. Some hair had been taken from the back and tied behind my head in braids to give further texture and have a place for some flowers. They are a mixture of eggshell, cerulean, and azure.

i looked at my ears and neck. Large sapphire studs adorn each ear representing my Father’s birth month and my desire to obey his every word. An aquamarine choker around my neck representing my Mother’s birth month and how she taught me my first breath that without her i would not exist and would never know peace.

“You know i love you, right Mom?” My Mother put her hands on my shoulders as i looked at her in the mirror. She looked down at me and started to cry, “i know you do sweetie. i know you do. You’re my special little boi and you always will be.” She kissed me on the top of my head making sure not to mess up my hair. A few stifled tears ran down the front of my face as i looked at myself in the mirror and thought, “you do look so beautiful.”

im now standing at the alter, facing my lover. i can see him vaguely through my veil. My hands are shaking and my breath is shallow. i know in a moment he will reveal me to him, our families, and God. i lightly lick my lips out of nervousness but quickly pull away remembering the pretty make up that i don’t want to disturb. i see his hands reach down to grab the edge of my veil and i hold my breath. He lifts up and i instantly lock eyes with him, my face tilted down slightly so i have to look up at him. My cage twitches and i let out a small whimper seeing how handsome he is and knowing how i will forever be his in just a short time. His eyes were firm and desirous, they penetrated me harder than his cock even could in this moment in front of everyone.

i felt entirely revealed, more naked than the first time he grabbed my cage and growled in my ear how sexy he thought it was. i felt so exposed i wanted to run and hide. But instead i chose to stop resisting it, to allow it to wash over me, to allow his desire to fully own me and my desire to be fully honest - fully owned - to reveal itself entirely to the world and God.

My nerves melted and his hot but calm demeanor caught me. i was in love. So very much in love and there is nobody i trusted, felt safer with. Nobody that knew me, really knew and saw me than this Man. i would always know what he thought of me, he would always know i loved him and i would always do exactly what he wanted. i was in love and i didn’t ever want to stop. In this moment i knew who i was and what i was for and who i was for.

The proceeding moments in the wedding swam by faster than i could even understand. But when we shared vows time came back to me. As he read his vows to me i felt as though there was nobody else there. It was just me and him standing there, madly in love and mad with desire. Not just desire for each other in sex but desire for each other in life. The desire to become one, to fuse the chalices of our being together, to capture Graces together and allow them to overflow out of us forming rivers down the sides of the Earth and drowning those most in need. So madly in love.

When he was told that he could kiss the bride, my face went perfectly red. i am the bride. No. i am his bride. He stepped towards me with vigor as i opened my arms, and at the same time my heart, to his attack. As he grabbed my sides and his lips touched mine my eyes closed and i heard a roar of applause. His strength holding me up i let go. i let go fully and entirely. In my body, in my heart, in my soul. 

i was his. All his, completely his, there was nothing left of me to hold for myself. i lost my balance slightly but did not move as he held me and tears began to fill my eyes. i was complete and i never wanted this moment to end. i want this Man to complete me, i cannot be complete without him and now we had promised to be each others until the end of our lives.

He pulled away and i looked in his eyes through my tears. i was smiling larger than i ever had and didn’t even realize it. i was giggling lightly and grabbed his hand tightly. i love this Man and now we are one.

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It wasn’t until a couple a years ago that i finally started to really deeply relent and “face the music” about this reality. Before that it was a sort of “try as long as I can to be strong and straight” then in an evening of frustration and often drunkenness crash into a Man’s arms; then start a shame cycle until i crashed again. But a Man found me who has been very helpful in helping me face myself more honestly. 

It has been challenging the whole way but ive fallen madly in love with him and know he cares about me a lot. He is a wonderful Man, a Man for sure, and i don’t know what else to say than I love him so much! 

i have a very high regard for Men and i certainly feel my understanding of who i am is growing and with that comes the awareness of what i want; even if sometimes i still feel so very disappointed in myself for it... But i don’t hate myself. Not anymore. i definitely used to hate myself. To the point of desiring anihilation. i didn’t need other people to feel like that and could do it all on my own. But i don’t feel like that anymore. Not since i started to really surrender to my reality.

i am a faggot. That is all i will ever be. i am a faggot.