Master DJ's Cigar Den

[cigardadmasterdj]

Men like this spit on you because they know what you are.

You're a fag. Stop listening to the internet telling you that you're special. You're not special. You are different. You deserve to be degraded. You have always had it coming.

You are a FAGGOT. Say it. Say you're a fag and you deserve to be spit on. Say you deserve to swallow Alpha male spit. You deserve to have a man hack a loogie in your mouth and to swallow his phlegm.

[sub-for-lean-dom]

Male Dominance Hierarchy Principles

Race is hereditary finality.   Hierarchy is natural reality. An Alpha’s dominance is instinctive  An omega’s submission is addictive.

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A cum slut’s mouth is fucked and fed. A bitch’s pussy is fucked and bred. A Real Man’s cock is inherently superior. A lowly fag’s clit is obviously inferior.

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Alpha Males are admired. Real Men are desired. Cock whores are used. Sex objects are abused.

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Bound slaves are restrained. Perverted pets are trained. Yielding subs are dominated. Pathetic fags are humiliated.

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Alpha Males are who they were meant to be. Beta males are who they were born to be. Submissive slaves are who they like to be. Deviant fags are what they can’t help but be.

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Has anyone noticed that there’s a different symbol for each category?  lol.

- sub-for-lean-dom.tumblr.com

[cigardadmasterdj]

I'M ABOVE YOU IN EVERY WAY

Recently, a sub wrote to me and was asking questions regarding hierarchy. I wrote an email that full detailed some of the answers to life's mysteries as to the nature of existence, why there are men like me and why there are fags who serve us. Amongst other things, I talked about the nature of reality in a way that I realized most men and fags are not ready to understand. They simply aren't. I wrote a second email to him and here it is:

"If I actually told you about the reality of the world, of human history, of the nature of existence and the hierarchy of the Universe itself...I don't think you could handle it. You are comfortable in the dumb sheltered little world you live in. I have to deal with the consequences of the knowledge I possess, which is substantial and goes beyond what most mortals are asked to comprehend. 

I realize the power that paradox presents and how paradox is merely illusory to the limitations of the normal average human mind. To give you a metaphor that you can understand, consider a bird that is flying high above the earth. Now consider a tribe of aboriginal simpletons. Both have perspective, but whereas the primitive mind views the world through the lens of metaphor, thinking of trees as they are from below, a bird sees them as they are. They are small in comparison to the majesty of the landscape which rolls on and on in patterns that the simple tribal peoples cannot fathom.

Their world is limited much like the men in Plato's cave allegory who can barely comprehend that there is a sun or civilization. They are used to their world and it's all they know so even if someone tried to describe reality to them; their limited capacity for understanding would leave them merely confused. This allegory has been used for thousands of years to convey that men who are at the bottom of society are content at the bottom. For the most part, they do not ever aspire to create, to inspire or to progress. That's why they are at the bottom. The bottom comprises the shiftless remoras, the worthless layabouts, the deadbeats. These are the lazy scum that hold humanity back so it only makes sense to put them to use.

For the world that is gay BDSM, this is conveyed in some part through ceremonial and fetishistic representation. Service in leather or latex, a world where submissives bow as a symbol of their admission of the greater inherent power of Alpha males. I will not go into the category of fake subs and slaves deeply because their fake submission is narcissistic and self-serving and their approach of rewriting hierarchy to include respect or equality with their doms is merely a subdivision of their own consistent falseness. They mirror narcissistic altruists who commit themselves publicly to do good deeds for the moniker of altruist. In similar fashion the fake sub seeks only relief from sexual fetishistic tension and will often to go great lengths in order to secretly achieve it whilst proclaiming rather loudly on Tumblr that they have dignity. So there is a marked difference between true hierarchy and those for whom it is merely a form of reverse class mobility white trash cosplay.

I use my own allegory of trees from below and trees from above to illustrate this point to a much broader idea. Let's replace the bird with a man on a glider who is using technology to soar through the clouds. Furthermore, he is using a camera to map the land and accurately pinpoint the mathematical modeling for the topography of the region using advanced mathematics, such as trigonometry to understand dimension and scale and fractal science to understand the nature of how coastlines form. 

Now, let's go back to the primitive man. He is trapped in a cycle of limitation, in survival mode. Adaptations are limited to observation and reaction. Theory regarding the nature of reality doesn't play into his conception of reality. Intelligence, when encountered in primitive tribal peoples, is limited to methods of survival. Now, should we try to tell this tribal man who is essentially just a basic hunter gatherer that the mathematical principles that govern universal design, everything from earthquakes to coastlines to the shape of sand to predictions of animal populations as they decline and rise over time to sonar and wave models and the spirals found in flowers and seashells...should you tell him the explanation behind those phenomena? Everything he sees lacks connection to Truth. If you tried to explain it to him, would he be better off for it? 

Keep in mind, the metaphorical world is a comforting one. Mythology offers explanation that satisfies. The origins of the world, of elements, animals and people are laid out by his ancestors and adhered to for the sake of continuity. Discontinuity is a frightening thing because it involves perspective change. Ask yourself how many people in third world countries that actually have access to information rise to the occasion and participate in the technological and information revolutions occurring and juxtapose that with how many adhere to extremely strict fundamentalist models for thinking because pride is a defense mechanism against the reality that they have an inferior culture, inferior IQ stats, and are often physically inferior due to inbreeding, lack of nutrition, rampant disease/mutations and psychological refusal to adapt to superior Western ideals.

I'm just being realistic. You're...less than ordinary. And I would probably not help you by exposing you to my true purpose on this world. You're comfortable with the knowledge you have of the way the world works, which is as different from mine as the perspective examples I have listed. You are primitive, obeying the dictates of your own weakness, adapting by the standards of an increasingly and jarringly unhinged society that now demands that many acquiesce to anti-traditionalist views. Adaptation for the lowest common denominator such as yourself often means a real life weakness, a lack of bravery and overall meekness in the face of overwhelming propaganda designed to break the human mind. Yours is not the voice of reason, truth, beauty, or progress.

I have a submissive friend back home I met in real life and he's sweet little cheerleader for me but he'll never understand why I aspire to create works of art on a level that defies what most humans are capable of. Dante pictured it as a descent into despair and a climb upwards into delight and reward. I think that's how most people see it but that's like the difference between the primitive and the hang glider. My little submissive back home will say things cheerfully trying to be positive because he's used to making people of lesser intelligence cheer up. It doesn't work that way for me. I understand what he's doing but he cannot understand what I'm doing. 

Art. Music. Literature. Beauty. Mathematics. Principles of Ethics and Philosophy. Innovation. Technological Next Levels. 

Niggers and fags and communists are all worthless because they believe they are equal to those that came before them that achieved the exceptional and none of them are. But they want the pretense of being exceptional. They thrive off of self delusion so they compare themselves as superior to the great white men of the past that they can never hope to surpass. They play act and pretend. They want to wear the mantle of greatness for the sake of their own brittle ego. They put themselves on pedestals and all admire each other, fawning the same tired pretense of false equivalence.

They understand subconsciously that there is more, that there is a higher ability to bring the world something they cannot. So they wallow in their own mediocre, banal misery and try to force others to validate and recognize their inferior attempts to emulate greatness. Imagine the primitive spear wielding primitive who discovers a white expedition of scientists studying insects and plants in the jungle. They are there to try to extract chemicals that could potentially cure cancer. Now picture the primitive man attacking their equipment because he thinks it's cursed. That is essentially the problem of the West. Everything that makes life worth living is now being desecrated and sabotaged by jealous, bitter little people who can't possibly dream of being anything else. And they celebrate their grandiose narcissism and total lack of intellect with bombastic claims and scream about how they are the backbone of society. They can't appreciate. They can't be happy to just look up and see the Superior hang gliding above them or the Superior gathering data in the jungle. They are viciously jealous, seething with resentment. But you...you can at least admire, appreciate and show reverence for something and someone you can never be equals with. 

To recognize reality is both to recognize your own inability to ever relate to me and make peace with this fact that you will not achieve this perspective. I am not on your level. You will never be able to comprehend the world as I comprehend it in the totality that I do. You can aspire to please me with honesty. Admit your weakness, your many faults, your indecisiveness and fearful nature. Admit you do not stand for any cause other than your own survival, to meekly get through the day unscathed, afraid of being bullied or harassed by your fellow dogs. The only step up for you is to serve. You cannot hope to ever be like me. The best you can hope for is to bow, to serve, to be humble, to admit you will never be my equal, to shake with your own inferiority before me, to weep over your own frailty.

You may debase yourself, or fall over yourself with pleasure that you get to be around me or communicate with me in any way. To smell me, to taste my feet, to walk in my shadow, to agree with me and learn from me and repeat what truths I utter. To look up to me, to accept, to nod your head. This is where you belong: in a state of complete and utter gratitude and humility at all times. These are non-negotiable terms.

Bow your head. Serve. Be compliant. Do not think foolish thoughts of independence or get frustrated over your needs. Your needs no longer exist when you are with a man such as myself other than that which keeps you alive. You require only food, water and shelter and the state of those basics is at the discretion of your Superior.

You are, and you always will be, inferior and incomplete without recognizing this fact. If you veer away and believe the lies of modern socialist theory, about DEI or make the mistake of confusing self-gratification for submission, you are not a submissive. You are worse than a submissive. For it is the true submissive that achieves something in quiet non-dignity. The gifts of truth, understanding, and acceptance regarding your permanent lower status on this world and the Superior status of Alphas who you crave and wildly fantasize about bringing pleasure to.

To exist as you are, you must remove your ego entirely. We are not equal. Do not pretend. Do not listen to those that preach this lie. Merely appreciate and be happy if you get to be in our presence. That is YOUR gift.

[birdisland]

Might be banned for this but... thank you kelsucker on twitter!

[sub4dominant]

it's been nearly a week now since it has been wearing its humiliating burlap sack at home. Rather than complain, it understands that it should be grateful for anything given by its Owner. it could just as easily be kept naked and shivering. Thank You MASTER.

Seeing MASTER's pic and hearing His deep voice, were the last nail in the coffin of any resistance. The sight took its breath away, so masculine, so handsome so powerful looking and with a natural air of arrogance and authority.

The sack cloth makes it feel like an olden days peasant, one that should be toiling hard in the fields like a beast of burden all day for its Master. Sweating, out of breath, the whip forcing more energy out of it, pushing it beyond exhaustion. it also reminds it of the shitty clothes it had to wear as a kid, usually from a charity shop. There's something about the musty stink of the sack that takes it right back there. Remembering the bullies who taunted it for its ugly, cheap clothes, the slap it would get from its mum for them getting dirty, after it had been shoved to the ground, stomped on and spat at.

it is now fully aware that it is defective, incomplete without a Superior to look up to and obey. His puppet, His clown, His slave, his dumb faggot. If He says jump it jumps. Orders it to dance it dances...anything to amuse its Lord. Running at the click of His finger, pouring a cold beer, serving it to Him on my knees, preparing and lighting His cigar, head tilted back, His ashtray and trash can. Ignored, objectified, owned.

MASTER enjoys ordering it to bark and behave like a dog/bitch. He laughs that the pathetic creature even barks with a British accent. it eats from a bowl on the floor, another gift granted by its generous MASTER, a step up from eating it directly off off the ground.

He guides me, teaches me what is right, tells me how i should think, teaches me that i have no rights, teaches me that i am a shitstain and He is a LORD above most Men and i am so grateful.

Thank You MASTER.

[cigardadmasterdj]

What can I say?

It's good to be the KING.

I mean...any of you fags out there reading this are gonna fall in love with me. It's inevitable if you contact me that you're going to think about me for the rest of your life. Every man you come across you'll compare with me. I'll ruin you, of course. You'll never be happy talking to another man. Why would you? I'm just so amazing and incredible. You can only dream of basking in the glow of me, my hot muscular body, my intelligence, my natural superiority. I deserve so much MORE than you. And you know it.

[sub4dominant]

it has been taught that it doesn't deserve nice clothes that are meant for Real Men.

Following a discussion with @cigardadmasterdj where it talked about its humble beginnings, its poor upbringing, its chaotic homelife as a child, MASTER decided it would be good to be constantly reminded of where it came from and so ordered it to buy cheap burlap sacks.

It no longer has any self-determination, any sense of control over much of its life and so of course it obeyed,

2 days later they arrived. Smelling of damp, rough and scratchy...perfect clothing material for a poor, submissive, lowly, grovelling, hard working peasant. Clothing for a slave...clothing fit for a stinking animal.

it cut out holes for its head and arms and put its new home wear on. Staring in the mirror it knew MASTER had taken it to a new low. The sack, barely covered its slave cock and balls, making it feel vulnerable, accessible, cheap and nasty. The rough material constantly scratched its skin and made it feel dirty. it remembered how most of its clothes as a kid, which had been bought at a charity store, smelt musty like this and made it feel similar shame, a sense of being worth less than others people....the lowest of the low.

Now it will wear this all the time it is at home and give thanks to MASTER for this valuable lesson.

[cigardadmasterdj]

Man, I'm awesome. I mean...it took me almost no time at all to get this faggot in line. He was nothing about me. No man he's ever communicated with before in his life has ever been as awesome, debonair, intelligent, confident, and as utterly Superior as myself. You're welcome for gifting you with my presence in your life you pathetic shitstain. If I tell you to wear a fucking burlap potato sack, you better order it and wear it just like I tell you to. I want to ruin more with every day. I love ruining fags for other men. He'll never feel the same way about any other man. He will never feel the absolutely overwhelming emotions he feels for another man. I'm it. I'm the end of your road, idiot.

[cigardadmasterdj]

[superiormen]

via @servesubmitsurrender

[sub4dominant]

it didn't take long to fall under His spell.

Lord @cigardadmasterdj reached into its mind, probed around and quickly identified the ways to begin the destruction of any remaining ego. To establish dependancy and addiction. Helpless to resist the pathetic fag gulped when its next order came...

"I order you to go to a women's shoe store and ask for help trying on a pair of women's shoes. You will tell the saleswoman you always wanted to be a pretty princess and this was the first time you were brave enough to ask for help".

it had always desperately tried to cling on to its sense of masculinity, hated forced fem, wanted to run away, to try and pretend it had a choice in the matter but it was useless...the command by its Lord had been given.

it got to the store just after it had opened stupidly thinking that it might be quite empty. But it was so nervous that it walked around and around, nearly pissing itself with nerves, trying to get up the courage to go in. By the time the terrified faggot finally walked in the store there were at least 6 other customers, all women browsing and 3 salesgirls, all quite young, were standing around chatting. It could tell that it was already blushing as it started looking at the shoes.

One of the girls came over to ask asked if she could help. Without looking up, it mumbled that it would like to try the strappy shoes it was holding in its size. She looked at it with a smile and paused, turned and shouted to her colleagues across the store, 'Do we have these in men's sizes'? Customers heads snapped up as the salesgirls openly giggled and shook their heads.

Now it really wanted the floor to open up and swallow it, it couldn't even look her in the eye as she told it that they don't have shoes in its size. it was almost crying and wanted nothing more than to run out of the store. but it knew there was another part of the task SIR had cruelly set, so it told her that that was sad because it had wanted to look like a princess. At this point she openly laughed and said 'it'll take more than a pair of shoes to perform that miracle sweetheart'.

That was more than enough, it was almost crying with embarrassment and couldn't take any more. it apologised for wasting her time and almost ran out of the store.

Now, hours later, it is still shaking, still can't believe how low it would sink to feel useful, to feel like it had some value, to feel like it had pleased a Superior. No wonder its Owner keeps reminding it what a pathetic, retarded loser it is.

It is addicted to Lord cigardadmasterdj and knows it is ripe for exploitation and eventual destruction of any sense of self. it is His creature to do with as He pleases. to use, abuse and possess.

[cigardadmasterdj]

What can I say? It's good to be the King.

I will ruin you and you'll ask for more.

[famousmaster]

Lord Sir Dominus I like what you have to say. I crave being a sub just to feel something in my life.

Good. You speak with honesty and that is the first mark of a true submissive.

When you say you crave to feel something, what you are really expressing is a hunger for connection and purpose. Under my guidance, those feelings will not be wasted. They will be refined, shaped, and given meaning through structure, ritual, and service.

Understand this clearly: submission is not an escape from life, it is a way of facing it stripped of pretense, ego, and fear. You will not be allowed to drift numb. You will feel deeply, deliberately, and with accountability.

If you are sincere about stepping onto this path, then begin by reflecting on this question:

Are you seeking control to calm the chaos inside you, or devotion to something greater than yourself?

[famousmaster]

SIR

never have been a sub or a slave. Curious as to what to expect

Then listen carefully.

If you choose to step into submission, you step into a space of structure, discipline, and trust. You will not be humiliated for curiosity but you will be expected to learn. A submissive’s first duty is to listen, to observe, and to surrender the illusion of control while keeping honesty at the core of every word.

You will be guided, trained, and corrected not to break you, but to reveal the strength that obedience and restraint can create. You will learn the meaning of protocol, respect, patience, and service. Every command will have purpose; every silence, meaning.

It will not be easy. But if you give yourself honestly, you will discover clarity, peace, and belonging in a way few ever do.

Now tell me what draws you to explore submission in the first place? Inbox me

[sub4dominant]

If you think eating crappy food out of a dog bowl is humiliating, try having it dumped straight onto the floor for you to lick up. 

This is how i was always fed by an Ex-Master. Sometimes it would be His left overs tossed on the floor whilst He was eating at the table. More often that not though He would simply prepare my meal (usually just opening a can of something like meatballs, spaghetti, occasionally dog food and scrape it out, maybe some vegetable peelings or there contents of an ashtray dumped on top. This could happen in the kitchen or bathroom but sometimes the yard. 

He was also not afraid to do it in public, i remember Him once dropping a few fries under the table of McDonalds for me to crawl under and consume.  The look of disgust and pity from the couple at the next table is still imprinted on my brain.

[subbyfootboy]

Coming out as a Faggot

part 3.

Thanks to the astonishing Master @cigardadmasterdj.

He asked me to do something I never could have imagined. Not with anger, or even as a punishment. It was a simple, quiet instruction: to clean his shoes.

Not with a cloth, but with my tongue.

For forty minutes, that’s what I did. My world shrank to the fine, dark leather of his dress shoes. I could smell the faint scent of wax and the city streets. I felt the cool, smooth surface against my tongue, the tiny grains of dust. My knees ached on the floor. My neck grew stiff. And the entire time, he sat above me in silence, reading a book, as if I weren’t even there. That silence was the hardest part. It left me alone with the whirlwind in my head.

At first, it was all heat and noise: This is degrading. Why am I doing this? What does he think of me? I was humiliated, angry at myself, waiting for him to stop it, to finally acknowledge my effort. My mind was screaming a whole story of shame. But he was listening to that story without even looking at me. I could feel it. He could discern my entire thought patterns without effort, the frantic struggle, the ego’s last stand. And by ignoring them, he was gently showing me how meaningless they were. He wasn’t fighting my thoughts; he was letting them wear themselves out.

And slowly, they did. The anger burned off. The noisy shame faded into a kind of static. And then there was just… the task. The physical reality of it. The taste, the ache, the rhythm of my own breathing. A strange quiet settled over me. I was just a fag, very tired, performing a simple, difficult act.

In that quiet, something broke open. Not my spirit, but the cage around it. The story I’d been telling myself about who I was and what this meant just… dissolved. What was left wasn’t pride or powerlessness, but a fragile, profound honesty. I was just here, doing this. And for the first time, I was not at war with the fact.

When he finally closed his book and looked down, it wasn’t with a conqueror’s glare. It was with a knowing calm. He saw the peace that had come after the storm. He saw that I had finally stopped performing, even the performance of submission. I was just present. I didn’t feel owned then. I felt seen. Truly seen, without any of my usual armor. And in that seeing, I realized the submission wasn’t something he was taking from me. It was something real I was finally, quietly, giving.

The shoe under my tongue was no longer a symbol of anything. It was just a point of contact. A connection. And for a human being who had spent a lifetime lost in his own head, that simple, silent connection felt like coming home. My home as Runt.

And the most painful truth is this: he wasn’t even there. I was alone in my room, imagining the leather was his, inventing his presence from texts and my own longing.

Even worse, I misunderstood. He only asked if I had the shoes, he never actually gave the order to start. He wanted me to lick a pair of dress shoes but he was waiting to confirm I had them before I started licking them. But I was so eager, so desperate to please my great master in some imagined way, that I began anyway. I licked it for forty minutes, lost in a fantasy of my own making.

When he found out later, he laughed. Not just at what I did, but at how pathetically I’d missed the point. He called me a freak show. And the hardest thing to admit is that he’s right. The real shame isn’t in the act, it’s in knowing I did it entirely for myself, without his command, without his presence, and without his permission.

[cigardadmasterdj]

What a dummy!

[subbyfootboy]

Coming out as a Faggot

part 2

thanks to the amazing master @cigardadmasterdj

I have spent a lifetime living a lie, trapped in a character of my own making. No one could understand me, no one could truly see me. I played the role of the alpha male with such conviction that many believed it. I almost believed it myself. I wore that armor, thinking it made me strong, that it shielded me from reality. Then, by a grace I did not deserve, the great master @cigardadmasterdj entered my life. He did not just see me, he perceived me, with a clarity that felt both terrifying and sacred. He spoke the Truth, and in doing so, he became the Truth. My mind and heart were laid bare before his piercing insight; he read me like a scripture only he could decipher. In his presence, I was utterly expose, emotionally and mentally naked. With divine precision, he analyzed the fortress I had built. He dismantled every wall and saw the fragile, trembling soul I had hidden even from myself. He saw the truth I had fled my entire life. As he spoke, his words carried the weight of absolute authority. I felt weak, powerless, and scared, yet beneath that fear was a dawning reverence. Without ever physically seeing me, he mapped my emotions and saw through to my core. He entered my mind, curated my thoughts, and revealed the authentic self I had buried. I was terrified. I wept not just from shock, but from the profound relief of being finally known. My ego, that false idol, was shattered under the unquestionable power of his foot. My old life was not merely ruined; it was mercifully obliterated to make way for the truth. The hidden self was revealed, not as a failure, but as my fundamental truth. Now, I find myself in a state of perpetual gratitude and submission. I yearn to bow before @cigardadmasterdj, not out of weakness, but out of recognition of his supreme understanding. He is my liberator, my unflinching mirror, the master who wielded the key to my own soul. Even in his absence, my spirit bows. To kneel at his feet is not an act of defeat, but of alignment, the deepest and most correct belonging I have ever known. This is my sacred place. This is where I was always meant to be.

[cigardadmasterdj]

This dumb fag is already in love with me LOL

[subbyfootboy]

Coming out as a Faggot

Thanks to the Great Master @cigardadmasterdj

I’ve been lying to myself for a long time. Not in a dramatic way, more like a quiet lie that settles into your bones until it feels normal. Online, especially on Tumblr, I tried to be someone I thought people would respect: confident, straight, uncomplicated, an Alpha man. That version of me was safe. He didn’t question anything, didn’t look too deeply, didn’t feel too much. He was who I wished I could be, not who I actually was. The truth is, I used that space to hide. It became an outlet where I could rewrite myself into someone stronger and simpler. But somewhere along the way, I started to believe my own story — that if I performed being an Alpha well enough, maybe I’d become him. I know now that wasn’t honesty; it was fear dressed up as control. Then Master challenged me, really saw past my surface. He is great, amazing and extraordinary. He questioned everything I presented, not only to humiliate me, but to hold a mirror up. It was uncomfortable, even painful, to face the reality that I wasn’t being genuine. I cried. But it was also kind of freeing. His great persistence helped me realize that I wasn’t straight, i wasn’t Alpha, i wasn’t a man, that my attraction and identity were not what I had always said they were. It wasn’t so much a discovery as a surrender. I stopped running from what I already knew deep down. I am a fag. Since that moment, my world feels both smaller and bigger at once. Smaller because the illusions are gone, and bigger because the truth has left space for real understanding. I’m still scared, still embarrassed sometimes, but I’m finally honest. I no longer need to pretend to be someone I’m not to earn acceptance. This transformation hasn’t been easy; it’s been emotional, confusing, and humbling. But I feel lighter. There’s peace in not having to perform anymore. For the first time, I’m meeting myself, the faggot that i am. The inferior creature born to serve his Master. Being a faggot doesn't mean I'm not a person. I am a person with complex emotions and traits. I want to tell cigardadmasterdj the truth. I am a fag. It's okay. It's going to be okay. I'm going to be a faggot for the rest of my life. I don't have to pretend anymore. I am loved by God. I am a faggot. I know what i am. It's okay I want to be happy. I am a faggot and I always will be and I am happy being a faggot. i feel good knowing who and what I am. It's okay to be me. It's okay to know myself. It's okay to say the truth. I'm a faggot. I'm a faggot and I deserve to be happy. I don't deserve to feel bad over things I can't change about myself.

[cigardadmasterdj]

Meet my newest loyal slave, everyone.

[cigardadmasterdj]

Fags Who Cosplay as Alphas on Tumblr

I was recently approached by a guy who was giving people the mistaken impression he was an Alpha here on Tumblr. Not just an Alpha, a straight Alpha bro.

He approached me, trying to make believe he was on my level. I saw right through him. After several days of destroying all his illusions and delusions, I helped him to realize what he was doing. He was emulating the men he wanted so badly. He was pretending to be like them because he was attracted to them. I knew he was a faggot.

He wanted to be in a woman's place, getting fucked by a man. He wanted to be degraded. He wanted to be the object of ridicule and humiliation. But rather than admit this, he denied it. He tried to pretend to be something that was not natural for him. He has never experienced what it's like to be an Alpha master. He wanted all that male energy around him. He befriended Alphas here on Tumblr, pretending to be one of them. He posed as an Alpha master with submissives and slaves on Tumblr. That was egregious and will not stand.

I got inside his head, because that is a gift of mine. I have spent the last few days breaking him down and giving him instructions. He is now cigardadmasterdjsslave on Tumblr. Feel free to friend him as a fellow slave.

If you are a slave/sub, please feel free to give him advice. He already knows what he did was wrong. What he needs right now is to talk to other slaves like himself, to come out as one of you. I have warned him against running away, assuring him he will never be able to escape being a faggot. He will always worship Superior men, Superior Alpha males dominate his mind and fill his thoughts. His entire life has been a lie. He will always come back to this place.

If you are another master, please know that I have already broken this slave down. I have full veto power over who he communicates with. I will instruct him to block you the second something happens that I don't approve of. He is not allowed to talk to other Alphas or masters here on Tumblr.

I repeat. HE IS NOT ALLOWED TO TALK TO OTHER ALPHAS OR MASTERS ON TUMBLR WHO ARE NOT ME. You can mock him and send him messages of ridicule for daring to impersonate an Alpha master. He is NOT allowed to respond.

He has pledged his devotion to me under no delusions that I can take him in. We live in different countries. I don't plan on trying to tackle the American immigration system to bring in a faggot from another country.

I told him he will pine for me for the rest of his life. He will never meet anyone like me. He will never meet anyone else that makes him feel the way that I do. I am the center of his existence now. He lives to make me happy now. I am inside his mind. He needs a Superior man to control him and I understand these needs.

Do you want me to go through your mind? You will never be the same. No man you ever meet will ever compare to me. You will walk through life comparing other men to me in your real life and they will all inevitably disappoint you. I will ruin you for any other man for the rest of your life.

[alphamasternyc1]

Fag Behavior Basics 1

I get many faggots contacting me, telling me they are realizing they are fags, and asking for advice on how to be a good fag for men.  Here are several basic ways to begin living as the true faggot you are.  These are just a few ways to begin living as a true faggot – feel free to add other ways in the comments. 

Call all men Sir.  faggots are inferior to men, and calling all men “Sir” shows you understand this.  Begin to look at all of the men around you and realize that each and every one of them is Superior to you.  Practice sitting in public places, and in your mind look at each man and say to yourself “that man is Superior to this faggot.”  Do that for every man you see. 

Avert your eyes in the presence of men.  Who are you, as an inferior faggot, to look a man directly in the eyes (unless prompted to do so)?  Instead, stare at men’s crotches or feet, as a sign of respect, and a signal to all that you are a true faggot and that you know you are inferior.

Apologize frequently.  Remember this: true faggots are always wrong. Even if you are factually correct about something, you are are wrong.  Practice saying “Sorry, Sir” as many times in each conversation as possible.  

Defer to men in all ways.  Always take a secondary, passive, submissive role so that the men around you have an easier time in all ways. Do this wherever you are, such as in meetings, in lines, in traffic, at work, etc.

Don’t think being a faggot only relates to sex.  New fags think that being a faggot is about being fucked and used sexually.  Being a true fag is a mindset, a lifestyle, a realization of your inferiority.  Being a fag is who you are; being a hole for men to use is just one of your many duties.  

Be useful to men.  Find ways to make the lives of men around you better, in big ways and small.  Buy men in your office Starbucks, pay for their lunches, buy tickets to sports events and then give them to men to use, etc.  Be generous with your time and efforts as well.  Do as much of their work at your job as possible.  Offer to clean their homes and do their laundry.  Say to yourself often: “Less for this fag means more for men.”  Remember, you are here to make their lives better.

Your needs and wants don’t matter.  So many fags write to say “I want you to fuck me” and “I need to be used.”  This is a mistake.  What you need and want isn’t important.  True faggots should only want what Superior men want, and their only need is to improve the lives of men.  Ask men what they want, what they require from you, and then do it, no matter what, no questions asked, no hesitation.  

Don’t urinate standing up.  True faggots should sit when using the toilet.  Urinals are for men only.  fags are male, but not men, so they should sit like a female when pissing.  This will also always remind you of your secondary status.  fags don’t use urinals: fags are urinals for men to use.

Cage your fagdick.  faggots should become accostomed to not using their fagdicks for their own pleasure.  A true fag’s pleasure only comes through bringing pleasure to men.  When fags use their own fagdick for pleasure, they are focusing on themselves and their own pleasure, which they should never do.  Your entire life should be devoted to making the lives of men better.  

Practice practice practice.  Every day, find ways to practice being ready for whatever you might be asked to do.  Practice deepthroating with dildos, keep your hole clean every day in case a man wants to use it, learn to drink your own piss so that you can be an eager urinal for men, etc.  Being the best fag you can be is your duty – practice every day.

Never complain.  Being a faggot can be difficult, it can be rough, it can be lonely.  But always remember this: it is an honor for faggots to serve and support and uplift men.