Before and after their Personalities were corrected after time with @hypnoprep
Style changed to perfect Stepford preppy men.
Sport changed to Equestrian.
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Before and after their Personalities were corrected after time with @hypnoprep
Style changed to perfect Stepford preppy men.
Sport changed to Equestrian.
A Republican fantasy, where men dress like men, march in formation, and make America great again
This is what the perfect world looks like for all young men. This is the world we must create. Happiness for men is the result of conformity and obedience. Unhappiness is the result of free will.
Before and after correction by the academy. Caps are not suitable for young men as headwear as they are too casual in nature. As a testosterone fuelled athlete the young jocks clothing must espouse the epitome of masculinity. Nothing is more manly than dressing conservatively and therefore a broad brimmed hat which western men traditionally wear is much more fitting. The jock has also swapped the classless sport of baseball for the gentlemans sport of cricket.
Watt Family Cash Slaves
You'll not only serve me financially by working your ass off on the field but you'll also help me to enslave your cocky brothers and your old man. Am I clear, Mr Watt
"Yes Sir! All the men of the Watt family should be on their knees, Master." The heavily drugged TJ replied.
Immediately. TJās new master began reshaping TJ into his ideal son. Forget NFL, TJ now will become a rugby star in accordance with his masters fetish for rugby players.
TJ now is only allowed to dress conservatively, to enforce obedience, discipline and the new rugby persona master has chosen for him. TJ has also now been given orders to increase his muscle mass and is diligently spending most of his days at the gym like the good rugby son he is.
As per masters wishes, TJ has brought his brothers for enslavement. The three of them groom and dress identically to perfectly match masters idea of the ideal son.
The three rugby sons love to win matches for their master making him filthy rich. The brothers are happy with master reaping the rewards of their labour. As they have been programmed to be content with serving, saluting and masters gifts of new rugby jumpers to wear.
Brother Joseph sat quietly in church and reflected on his time as a Juggalo. Thanks to his time in the repentance room and the "loving discipline" of the Elders, he took off his demonic clown make up and put on a suit and tie, the armor of a Godly Man.
Officer Palmer hadnāt known what to expect when Detective Mann drew him aside for assistance with a special assignment, but you were told it might take a few changes. Palmer had assumed that heād meant in uniform, since Mann had begun dressing strictly in formal attire as of late, never arriving anywhere without a tie and freshly polished leather shoes. It was a striking transformation, given the detectiveās former hard-boiled nature. Gone were the cigarettes and invitations to go out to the bar after work. His desk accoutrements of military memorabilia had been replaced with vintage adverts of dress wear and underpants, white briefs specifically, as if he were trying to sell a lifestyle in the most bizarre was possible, though some hypothesized he was trying to maintain an undercover mentality even away from his secret assignment.
Meeting with the contact Mann had alluded to when asking for Palmerās help, the officer was struck by how reverently Mann gazed upon the well-dressed man they met in the park. The area was open, too open for Palmerās comfort if they were attempting to maintain a sense of cover, and he couldnāt parse out why Mann still wouldnāt tell him anything about the assignment. When told that all his questions would be answered by the strangerās swinging watch, Palmer felt he had nothing to loose by giving it a gander.
These days, Palmer wears the same suit and tie that Mann does. The whole of the police department bears vintage adverts on their desks, displaying old fashioned pictures of the same properly boyish underpants they have hugging their own muscular butts under uniform slacks. It was all mandated by the chief, under guidance by his new advisor of course, a man that heād met in a park one time with Palmerās help. Palmer often thought on what a good boy he was to bring the police chief around to āDaddyāsā way of thinking, usually as he put away naughty boys into their cells for hypnotic processing. His wee-wee grew hard his his restrictive underpants at the thought, considering how soon the entire town would be full of smartly dressed and obedient good boys like him, after Daddyās vision, all thanks to his help.
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.
Any formally dressed boys who wish to be inspected please submit a photo or message me privately.
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Advent: A Quiet Revolution
The purple returns. The candles are lit.
As a new liturgical year begins, Advent invites priests and laity alike to step further into alignment with the virtues that anchor a Catholic life: chastity, tradition, and service.
May this new year in the Church be marked by deeper purity, stronger tradition, and renewed service to God and neighbor.
Come, Lord Jesus. Make us ready.
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Youāre not resisting.
Youāre begging for more timeā
because deep down,
you already know:
Iām what happens when time runs out.
KING GEORGE V
Your King. Your Father. Your Flesh.
Monarchy is God's sacred mission to grace and dignify the earth. To give ordinary people an ideal to strive towards, an example of nobility and duty to raise them in their wretched lives. Monarchy is a calling from God.