Another submission from the gorgeous boy, the good househusband and servant to his daddy boss, @tigidoggy. As a reminder to my readers, he and his husband are your average loving couple. But behind closed doors, he is his butler, his servant, his 50s spouse, his chaste submissive on his knees pleasing his boss. He takes care of the housework, the chores and errands in his cute little servant's uniform and then takes care of his man's needs at night.
Getting dressed is a sentence: it is saying who you're going to be today. Clothes are one of the most simple languages we have that can be understood around the world. Each item is a verb, an adjective, a noun. Your shoes are a full-stop. Clothes transform you. Getting dressed sets you up for the day: the mindset of who you're going to be, of how you're telling the world who you are.
A man walking into a boardroom in a $10,000 Zegna cashmere suit and a Rolex watch would convey to anyone he is a man of wealth, of power, to be respected.
Take that same man, hand him janitor's overalls and a mop, and the difference in how he would be viewed by the world is clear.
Doctors and deadbeats, police and protestors, religious leaders and rebels no matter who they are all dress in their assigned uniform - their language. Clothes dictate power, rank, and affiliation.
The uniform is the grand equalizer in that way.
Because once you know who you are, what your role is, you don't need to think about anything else: you can just play your part.
That is why the servant's uniform is such an allure. It upturns the idea that a man in a suit is a man in power, but instead, he is only there as a man in service. It is chosen for him. He has no choice in what we wears. He falls on a bent knee to another in control. He is of low rank: a cleaner, a waiter, a scrub, and an assistant. With just a bow tie around the neck, or white gloves on the hands, the clothes convey submission.
I asked him how this good boy felt as he put on each item of clothing:
The old-fashioned undershirt and tighty-whities would be embarrassing to be seen in a gym locker room.
I suppose it would be. For you boy, no boxers, thongs or jockstraps would be appropriate. You should only be seen in underwear fitting for a servant - a traditional boy. No Calvin Kleins, just Hanes or Fruit of the Loom. Even when allowed your allotted exercise, working out to look good for your Sir, there should always be reminders to others about who you are. Even if it's not a cage, your traditional and simple service clothes are enough. You wear them because you're a good boy - that's what those boys in the locker room will think.
The corset makes me move restricted and stay in perfect posture. As soon as I need to bend I am on my knees. There's no other way. Every move feels controlled.
Even if the corset is hidden by the shirt, tie and vest, it is plain to see how straight and tall you must stand. How your back is straight as you serve your Master's cocktail. When you attempt to bend, your bridle topples you to the floor. How every movement feels like a struggle against bondage.
The starched collar is like a leather dog collar to make me feel my subhuman status.
Each moment you walk you feel the closeness around your neck. Your tie is like a leash. You are a formal pup - trained to obey, trained to follow commands.
The vest brings the outfit away from a smart business guy into the servant look.
Not a businessman off making deals, are you? No you're at home doing chores, waiting on your boss, pleasing Sir in any way you can.
And the gloves to make sure anything stays clean when I touch it.
Good boy. Imagine if you had to set the Master's table, hand him drinks, and every time you had to worry if you smudged his silverware or glassware? White gloves are there for your benefit as a servant, as well as making you feel submissive, in order for you to do your job.
For those who wonder whether their lives would be better if they wore a uniform, just look at this boy.
Uniform brings discipline, control, and stability - he doesn't have to think about anything more than providing the best service to his Sir. All he has to do is wake up, put on the same uniform he wears every day to serve, and get on with his role. Follow the routine.
When you're ready to give up the paralysis of choice like this boy and wear the same uniform every day, the rewards are clear. You don't need to vocalise what you want to be any longer. You can stay silent and obedient because, after all, your clothes are telling the world what a good servant boy you are.
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