How does one become your slave sir
Start by getting in my dms fag and tell me about yourself. Then depending on your answers I'll give you tasks to see if you really want it. I'll be waiting
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How does one become your slave sir
Start by getting in my dms fag and tell me about yourself. Then depending on your answers I'll give you tasks to see if you really want it. I'll be waiting
‘Morning, bro.’
As the words of your best friend roused you from your slumber, you became immediately aware of two facts: first, that the throbbing pain pounding through your skull indicated that you were very, very hungover; and, second, that you were blinded by a sea of white. Massaging your aching head, you felt the familiar fabric of what could only be one thing, namely, your briefs, stretched over your head and hooked securely beneath your nose. The additional, not-too-unpleasant pain which you then became aware of, concentrated around your groin and ass, confirmed your mounting suspicion that you were in an atomic wedgie. This was a predicament you had been in countless times before, but only by your own hand, in total privacy, and never in the company of anyone you knew. The taste of stale alcohol was still on your breath when you managed to croak, ‘What... what happened last night?’
Your friends gave you the run-down of the events of the night before. It had started as a normal Friday night with the bros, drinking and chilling and amusing yourselves as you did every week. But when your friends reached the next point in the narrative, your blood froze. Maybe you’d not eaten enough beforehand, or maybe you didn’t pace yourself as well as you should have, but eventually your intoxication reached such a point, your disinhibitions lowered to such a degree, that you confessed to your entire friend group that you had a ‘thing’ for getting wedgies. Shame and humiliation coursed through your veins at this revelation, and it only got worse from there. You had, in your drunken stupour, shown them photographic and videographic proof to verify your claim, flipping gleefully through your phone’s private media gallery as you flaunted image after image of yourself. In one photo, you were shown suspended a good two feet off the ground by your underwear, clearly in a self-inflicted predicament. In another, you were showing off a clandestine shoulder wedgie hidden under your T-shirt. In each and every one of them, though, only one conclusion could be drawn. You were very much into this, and you always had been.
You quickly pulled your waistband from your nose and let it snap back in place at your lower back. You knew with certainty that, though you hadn't looked in a mirror, your face had surely gone a deep shade of crimson as you profusely apologized, begged forgiveness, and pleaded that they just forget you had said anything at all. You couldn't even make eye contact with any of them as you swore it would never happen again and that you needed them to just act like last night had never occurred in the first place. When you finally managed to look up at them, though, you didn't see the looks of discomfort, disgust, or contempt which you had expected. All around you were devious, knowing smiles which only added to your acute sense of embarrassment and confusion, before it was explained to you how the night had proceeded from that point onward.
As it turned out, your bros had been more than willing to indulge you, and they themselves had more than enough proof. You were shown dozens and pictures and videos, taken throughout the night, of you in all manner of wedgie-centred predicament. Your eyes went wide as you were shown shots of you, utterly and shamelessly blissed out in one extreme wedgie after another, your bros enthusiastically fulfilling your fantasy of a lifetime. The recordings jogged your memory, and your mind began to piece together the events of a night that almost defied belief. To have your tighty whities pulled, tugged, yanked, and stretched all night long had felt a hundred times better than any wedgie you'd ever given yourself, and the mere recollection of the previous night, however fragmentary, was more than enough to prompt an involuntary stirring in your traitorous loins.
'Don't worry, bro. Your secret's safe with us,' one of them said with a pat on your shoulder. 'As per the arrangement, anyway.'
This last part was puzzling. 'What arrangement?' you asked quizzically. There were snickers all around, and you felt your friends starting to close in around you.
'You don't remember? Well, don't worry. You'll figure it out soon enough.' Without warning you felt your shorts yanked down, exposing the tighty whities that had been over your head no more than five minutes ago. 'But for now, let's just say you won't need to get your fix from yourself anymore... wedgie boy.'
I deserve this
Very useful for extended torture session. Master can leave the faggot slave to suffer all night!
it needs to suffer with this machine beating it's cock and balls all night, Sir
Jansen woke up, remembering the sting of the dart that he plucked out of his neck. Then everything was a blur. He could feel the cloth tightly tied into his mouth. He figured out he was tied up. But he had no clue who did this to him or where he was. Or where his shirt was... then a stranger walked in holding his shirt and told him he looked real good bare chested, roped and gagged. And that he was going to be his new toy for the weekend.
What do you mean 'why they are here on a Saturday?'? They are here because I said so! They work for me 80 hours a week. Just to make me richer. They receive minimum wage and no other rights, no vacation, no weekends. They do it because they know I’m superior.
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Crotch lift! Being bigger and stronger comes with privileges.
A Slave’s Diet
There are few limitations to the ideal diet for a slave and given time every Dom/me will find the best solution. If you’re still looking for some inspiration, here’s some ideas about what and how a slave should eat.
1.) A realistic gruel should be something that keeps the slave nourished but is simple enough that preparing it or washing out its bowl won’t distract the slave from its duties for too long. Consider fuelling your car. You want it to run and run well - you don’t ask it how it likes its fuel the best. Any slave-food should also be void of any taste - the reason a slave should eat is hunger, not because its feeling like a gourmet all of a sudden. Keeping it as tasteless as possible might even make the occasional addition of a little cum very welcome. I’m thinking unseasoned scrambled egg and pieces of white bread in a bowl full of water would fit these criteria nicely.
Another option: Soggy cereals mixed with bits of cooked liver. Or cooked rice put through the blender and then mixed with water. There’s always Soylent, if you’re feeling particularly generous. Maybe you can remember something particularly bland you’ve eaten in your life time and think of ways to rob it even that last bit of taste.
2.) Preferably a slave should eat from a single bowl on the floor, ideally metal because its easy to clean and can’t be confused with a human’s piece of kitchenware. Maybe even write its petname onto it with permanent-marker, just to be sure. Keeping the bowl clean and out of the way of its Master’s feet is obviously part of the slave’s duties.
Its bowl is both for eating and for drinking - seperating solids and fluids is a luxury that has no room in a slave’s life. Both goes into the same stomach. If a slave can’t be bothred to finish its water before dinner-time, its gruel goes into the water. If it doesn’t finish its dinner (and you allow that) the next time it gets water it will be swimming with pieces of gruel. A great way to assure it will get its proteins nevertheless.
The bowl obviously has no business in the cupboard where real people keep their kitchenware or in the dishwasher. A brush, a litte soap (cheap and rationed!) and the hose in the garden should be enough to keep it clean. If the Master’s place doesn’t have a garden (or a hose) or the slave cannot be trusted outside, a cold shower can do it. This way, it cleans two things at once. One benefit of allowing it only one single bowl for which the slave is personally responsible is that it will quickly grow attached to that bowl. It will react strongly if you threaten to take it away as punishment for any light misbehaviour.
If you’re bored, you might even hide it and when your slave’s mealtime approach it, observe its increasing panic as it looks for its bowl (while trying to hide what it’s doing from you to avoid punishment for its carelessness). It knows that if it doesn’t find its stupid bowl before mealtime is over, it won’t get anything to eat.
For additional fun, put the bowl back before the next mealtime arrives. When the slave wants to continue its search, it will find the bowl exactly where it put it. But it already looked there, right? How can that be? It might even dare asking you for help with its search and you can reveal the bowl exactly where it belongs and chide your slave for its stupidity and show it why it needs a Master. It just can’t get by on its own. A great fun for everyone, right?
Tipp: When eating, I particuarly recommend a small bowl and cuffing the hands of the slave behind its back. That way, the slave has a harder time eating. This will not only make the slave feel more sated in the end, but burying its face deep in the gruel is a nice, disgusting way to reinforce its status. You might even take a picture of its gruel-smeared face and have it make it its phone wallpaper. So adorable!
Of course, when or whether you allow it to wash off the food from its face is up to you.
3) Food can and should reinforce the slave’s status and the current satisfaction of its Master with its services. There are plenty of good ways to punish a slave via its food - mostly, ruining it with the help of some spices or body fluids of the Master’s choice.
Especially if the slave complains about the lack of taste to its food, a few nice spoons of hot sauce in its food should cheer it up. It better be grateful!
If you feel like your slave didn’t keep up with its cleaning, you might take away its bowl for a while and have it lick its food directly from the floor. You’ll be surprised how motivated your slave suddenly is to keep the floor clean. (Works best for kitchens and bathrooms, not so much for any room with carpet.)
If you feel your slave spends too much time lazing about or you feel it uses its meal-times to postpone its duties, you can apply a time-limit. Estimate or secretly measure the time your slave usually takes to feed - and then cut it in half.
Watch it eat like a pig, trying to slurp down as much gruel as possible before you take the bowl away. The hurry will even help the slave overcome any hesitations about the food being ‘disgusted’ and help it learn that the taste doesn’t matter as long as it gives the slave the energy to fulfil its duties. To be helpful, you can remind it how many seconds it still has left every once in a while.
You want a task done quickly? Tell your slave to do it after preparing its food. The gruel will taste even worse cold so it’ll hurry with your task to be allowed to eat something warm. Of course, the results of it work still need to pass muster, so it better doesn’t work half-heartedly!
As I said, an easy way to punish your slave is to take away the bowl - and there better be no argument about it! You can do that whenever you want - just get up and remove it or wait until mealtime has arrived and the gruel is in the bowl. Then order your slave to flush it down the toilet.
To make eating additionally difficult for a naughty slave you can do various things:
put your slave in a corset. Eating on your knees with your hands behind your back in a corset? Not easy.
Frozen peas where it will place its knees. Not only is it painful, but your slave won’t miss the irony that the food you use to punish your slave is better than the food it gets to eat.
A blindfold. Better do that outside though. You can even spice that up with an additonal flick from your riding crop when it doesn’t expect it.
I’m a nice person, so I will mention that one advantage of a particularly bland gruel is that the slave will appreciate anything that has a taste even more. You can reward it by adding a flew slices of orange or an apple to its gruel or even allow it a bite from your food for real people. But be sure that it earned such luxury or you spoil it. Tipp: If you have a long-haired slave, the question whether its allowed to tie back its hair or not before eating from its bowl (again, no hands allowed!) is a simple but entertaining form of punishment. Or just entertaining. 4.) Outside food is obviously a problem. Slaves are like animals - the moment you turn your eyes off them, they’ll eat anything put in front of them. And since they go around pretending to be people in their every-day life, they’ll get a lot of it. Cookies at the christmas party at work? Check. They go to the movies with their ‘friends’ and order popcorn. Try your neighbour’s cake when she drops by.
They’re practically stealing food meant for real people - not to mention confusing their own minds with these notions of humanity. The best thing you can do is make sure that your slave thinks twice about taking up any offer
Enforce honesty. The moment it’s at your place it must report anything it has eaten since it last saw you. If that was a long while or your slave has ‘poor memory’ a journal might help. OR: Have it create an Instagram account where it posts pictures of everything it eats. To any other person it will only look like a complete tool but its a great way for you and the world to keep track.
Make a catalogue of punishments for any wrong or unneccessary foods: Making its gruel more water-y for a few days, additional time added to its chastity, a nasty quick flogging before its next meal, washing out its mouth with soap or any of the punishments described above. Be creative. And then: Save the catalogue on your slaves phone so that it will always have it with it. No: “I didn’t know…” or “I wasn’t sure it was on the catalogue!” No excuses. Best make it google docs, so that you can add any new ideas you come up with - your slave better check its catalogue once in a while!
Have your slave write up a list of its favourite foods. Then when it’s finished, you order your slave to pick 3 ingredients from the list that it will from now on claim to be allergic against. It will be forced to recline any offer of foods containing it - it can’t even give in one time, otherwise it’ll look like a liar in front of people it knows. Now you control when and whether it will eat its favourite foods. You might even order it to become vegetarian or vegan to the public.
Order your slave to carry a small bag of salt or hot sauce or any other taste not to its liking around with it. If it can get away with it, it is to ruin its own food- This way it’ll be conditioned to dislike people-food, especially any not served at your place.
Alcohol is a no-go (and you can easily test your slave for it). If anything, it should happily endure the mockery for ordering water at the pub if it means it gets actual clean water that’s not from a little bowl on the floor mixed with gruel and tasting of metal. More than it deserves!
If it can’t control itself, have it wear a corset under its clothes in public - maybe even lock it on. It really helps against hunger!
If your slave can get away with it, it should take any food home with it rather than eat it at work or elsewhere. At home, it can hand its food over to you, an actual person. While it’s eating its portion of gruel you can inform it exactly how delicious the food it brought you is.
It is a faggot, and it should not eat like humans.
Service is not only sex…service is anything which helps or amuses Superiors…no matter if it it is painful or appreciated…
@MasterDiego
Wanna whiff?????
Wanna taste?????
@wedgiefagboi fucking pathetic wedgie loser. This loser wrote fart sniffer on himself and got in a hanging wedgie how fucking pathetic
Hello Sir. 34yo big white hairy fag (with a small dick ofc) looking for live video humiliation and/or tasks in tighty whities or diapers.
Ok fag get in my messages and we'll talk
Fag here used to think it was a master - now knows it is just a worthless fag, how would Sir treat me?
Like every other fag. Just an object to do with as I please
Let's play a game. Screen shot the GIF and see how long you'll be in chastity.
Mal schauen wie es ausgeht.
Okay faggots. Everyone gets a turn. Screen shot and reblog. Message me with what you get and a pic of you in chastity.
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As a diaper wearer does that make me below people who wear tighty wities?
Yes it does. They are pathetic but you are worse
The irony of the diaper cuck cleaning his master‘s toilet.