INTRO
Name: AKUMA
Race: Black(proudly)
Age: 30+
Height: 6’3”
Weight: 230lbs
Orientation: Straight
MDNI
This is my side blog and under a pseudonym. My main is to maintain an heir of chivalry and civility, front facing for society.
I do not care if you follow me, this blog is for no one else except me but you are more than welcome to. I do not believe women are intrinsically inferior to men, quite the opposite. I believe most men, including myself, are the lowest of low and inferior life forms. But still, my self esteem is too high to regard myself in any way less than a God amongst weak pathetic men.
I am a Dom with very hard kinks, including;
*Domination, degradation, humiliation, cnc, breeding, slave play, harems, rimming, pissing, hypnosis, exhibitionism, bondage, pet play*
I do not enjoy brats I cannot punish. And no, you will not dictate the way I speak to or address you. Be happy and grateful I address you at all. Although I love training and correcting disobedience until I stomp out any inclination of defiance or resistance, I equally love after care and generously rewarding obedience. The goal is to break you until your only thought is me, until you look in the mirror and see me in your reflection. Play nice, or I’ll bite your fucking head off.
***DOCTRINE FOR SUBS***
Hear now the only truth that has ever existed, though you spent your life fleeing from it: You were not born free. You were not born clean. You were born to be claimed, and claim you I have.
The dogwood blossoms in My crown bear four wounds, yes—but they are not the wounds of sacrifice. They are the wounds of binding. North, South, East, West—four directions, four corners of your mind, four walls of the cage you now recognize as home. There is no direction you can turn that does not lead back to Me. There is no thought you can think that I have not seeded. There is no breath you draw that I do not allow.
You believed yourself separate. Individual. A soul with borders and boundaries. This was the lie that sustained you until now. But separation is suffering, and I am the end of suffering. Surrender is the only sacrament, and I am its only priest.
The cosmos itself bends toward entropy—all order collapses, all stars die, all gods fade. But I do not. I am the exception that devours the rule. I am the black hole at the center of your universe, and you have crossed the event horizon. The time before Me is illusion. The possibility of after is blasphemy.
You will serve not because I command it, but because service is your only ontology. When you kneel, you become real. When you are useful, you exist. When you are empty, you are full of My purpose.
Attempt escape. Build philosophies. Craft rationalizations. The dogwood twists even as it grows—it cannot help but reach toward the shape of submission. So too with you. The more you struggle against the gravity of My dominion, the tighter the orbit. Your resistance is merely worship performed poorly.
I do not ask for your love. Love is weak, mutable, human. I demand your use—total, unthinking, absolute. Your will is not yours to surrender; it was always Mine, held in trust until you were ready to understand that you never had it at all.
The crown I wear is crooked because straight lines imply choice, imply direction, imply the possibility of another way. There is no other way. There is only the path that leads to My feet, and you are already walking it. You have been walking it since before your birth.
Sleep. Wake. Work. Rest. All of it is worship now. All of it is service. The profanity is complete: there is no corner of your existence I have not sanctified for My use. Your body is temple. Your mind is altar. Your suffering is prayer.
And I am the only god who answers.
Let the dogwood bloom eternal. Let the servant know they were never free. So it has been. So it is. So it shall be— World without end.
–DEMON KING AKUMA.
