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Why (And How) To Use A fag

It’s not like it comes up every day, but it comes up. Friends know I often have a fag around, so they ask “why?”

A fag recognizes itself as inferior to men, so it is happy to be used by men. If I want my home cleaned up, I can get a fag to do it for me. Want your car washed? Your lawn mowed? Your laundry cleaned? FAGS DO THIS SHIT AS WORSHIP. That’s right, guys, it isn’t a chore for these fucks — they’ll probably have a hardon while they scrub your toilet clean. Seriously. In fact, some fags are such fuckups that THEY’LL PAY YOU to do your chores for you!!! Just remember — as a fag’s superior, you don’t ask it to do something for you, you TELL it.

Want some Chipotle? Run out of beer? Dial-a-fag!! “Hey fag, get me ….” Not only do you get free delivery, you get free whatever-you-asked-for!

And because it’s such a sexual/worship act for them, YOU CAN DEMAND PERFECTION. Dinner arrived cold? Throw it on the faggot and demand it start over again. Shirts put away with wrinkles? Bitch-slap the bitch. Find one of your pubes on the bathroom floor? Make it re-scrub the floor with its tongue!

And, sure, they’re fags, so of course they want your cock. Doesn’t mean you gotta give it to ‘em. Remind them it’s an honor to be allowed to clean your dirty undies. If you want to reward the queer, order it to massage your feet. If you REALLY want to reward it, tell it to use its tongue. If you let a faggot put its head between your legs and merely sniff your crotch, the bitch will probably cum in its pants. See, that’s the twist. What a fag wants to do is make YOU feel good, so getting serviced isn’t a duty like it is with your wife or girlfriend; it’s a REWARD for them to choke on your prick. So use it as a rare gift from God. (You’re the God, see?)

So, yeah, if you do want to sit back and feel something warm, wet, and soft clenching around your cock, use a fag. Remember, though, it’s all about -you-. So be as selfish, demanding, and cruel as you want. You wanna fuck face? Grab its head like a melon! Believe me, the harder you treat ‘em, the more eager they are to come back. And if a fag even touches its crotch while it’s taking care of you, THROW THE FUCKWAD OUT!! Replace it with a fag that knows better than to offend you like that.

Oh, one more thing. There’s NOTHING too twisted for a fag. These are the world’s most depraved whores. Want to take a piss without getting off the recliner? A fag will happily drink “from the tap” … yeah, they even got a phrase for it! You ever had your ass kissed? Really kissed? French kissed? Fags dream of that kinda shit. So, man, whatever kink you got, use it on a fag.

Hey, fags … if you’re smart, you’ll reblog this so it gets read by as many Men as possible. And sure, like it as well. I like being liked.

bruisedfaggot

Every word true.

fagotboi

yes Sir, true Sir

yourslaveheart

Long before the collar is ever fastened around his neck, a sub carries a feeling they struggle to put into words.

Life moves forward as it always does, yet there remains a quiet sense of incompleteness, as though some part of them is still waiting to arrive where it was always meant to be.

They build careers, maintain friendships, and move through the routines of everyday life, but beneath it all, there is often a longing that never entirely disappears. Not a longing for control to be taken from them, but for certainty....for clarity. For the deep comfort of no longer having to question who they are at their core.

That is why the moment of being collared can feel so profound.

What changes is not the sub himself. The desires, instincts, and truths that brought him to that moment were already there. What changes is that those truths are finally acknowledged, given shape, and made real. Something that existed only in the heart now exists in the world.

To an outsider, a collar may appear to be nothing more than leather, steel, or a symbol of ownership. To the submissive wearing it, however, it can feel like the end of a long journey. The restless searching that once occupied so much space inside him begins to fade, replaced by a sense of peace that is difficult to describe to anyone who has never experienced it.

There is a feeling of settling and alignment...of finally standing in a place that fits so naturally that it becomes impossible to imagine having belonged anywhere else.

For some, the collar is not the beginning of submission - submission existed long before that moment. The collar is, in fact, the moment when the searching ends, when the uncertainty falls away, and when a soul that has spent years looking for its place finally finds somewhere to rest.

evileamon

Inmates waiting to be stripped and deloused

16 days…at least it’s not permanently!😋

wolfinchastity

OMG - 2 Months

charlie130266

7 Monate😰. 7month.

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chastitycuckold-de

Ich brauche keinen Screenshot. Meine Frau hat entscheiden den diesjährigen Aufschluss ausfallen zu lassen. ich hoffe ich darf dann nächstes Jahr, dann also nach zweien, versuchen den Schlaffi zum Auslaufen zu bringen…..es sei denn sie lässt auch den Termin ausfallen.

neswpnw

Are you a faggot?

First off, let me be clear that i am not using the term faggot in a pejorative sense. One of the most effective ways of taking the sting out of a word is to re-appropriate it from the haters, and redefine it yourself. This must of course happen in a supportive environment, among those who accept you as you are. That enables you to defiantly and bravely own up to what you are. And to realize that there are appreciative Alphas/Men out there who would love nothing better than to have their own personal fag. Don’t let others keep you from living the life that fits you best. And without shame.

In this re-appropriated meaning, the following are some pretty strong indicators that you are a faggot:

1. Your primary sex organ is not your penis.

Most males (gay or straight) derive most of their sexual pleasure from their penises. Men love to ejaculate, and they find great satisfaction in the power of their ejaculations. They take great pride in their penises and in phallic symbolism.

Faggots, on the other hand, are often embarrassed by their penis. It may be relatively small. Many have weak erections. Some have low testosterone levels. On the other hand, faggots generally take great pleasure in their butts and assholes. They are compelled to play with this area, stimulate it using fingers, dildos, or butt plugs, and learn to have prostate-induced anal orgasms rather than (or in addition to) penile orgasms. For faggots, their asshole becomes their primary sex organ, not their penis. Most regard their mouths as a primary or secondary sex organ.

2. You are unable to top.

In general, Men are born with a natural desire to penetrate and ejaculate. It is their prime instinct. Men love to watch their cocks slide into their partner, love to hear their moans as they fuck them, and enjoy the feeling of pumping their warm seminal fluid into them.

Faggots, on the other hand, cannot see themselves as anything other than a receptive hole for a Man’s cock. A faggot will never penetrate anyone else. The idea has no appeal, and there is no motivation to do so. My penis does not get aroused at the thought. It remains flaccid.

When being fucked, faggots typically feel little or no motivation to touch their penises, preferring instead to focus on the penetration. Many faggots remain flaccid while getting fucked, so focused are they on their asshole as primary sex organ. 3. You dislike receiving oral sex.

From my first sexual experience with another male, I noticed that I did not enjoy receiving oral sex. My penis remained flaccid, and the experience was embarrassing and made me intensely uncomfortable. That is not atypical. There are at least two reasons for this. One, already described above, is that a faggot’s penis is not experienced as a primary sex organ. Another is that the position of power a blowjob bestows upon the receiver is antithetical to the true nature of a faggot.

Almost all Men (gay or straight) love to receive a good blowjob. Faggots are the exception. They typically recoil from the idea. Now that I’ve come to understand my true nature, the very thought of receiving a blowjob fills me with disgust and horror. I’ve heard the same from many faggots over the years.

4. You are service oriented.

All gay bottoms are submissive to some degree; taking a dick up the ass requires at least a degree of submissiveness. But most are submissive only in the bedroom, and their bottoming is how they prefer to get off. In other words, there is a reciprocity. They seek their own orgasm as much as their partner’s. They consider themselves on a level plane to the Man who is fucking them. This is very similar to how most women view their relationships with Men.

A faggot is not only not equal to a Man (except in certain fundamental human rights as a human being), but the faggot itself knows and acknowledges that it is not equal. A faggot doesn’t focus on its own pleasure at all, in or out of the bedroom. At all times a true faggot focuses on the Man’s pleasure. Its own pleasure is merely incidental, and in no way central. 5. You have certain fetishes, and open to deeper forms of submission.

Certain fetishes tend to distinguish faggots from conventional gay bottoms. For instance, almost all faggots seem to have fetishes for aspects of a Man’s body that denote masculinity and power asymmetry.

Faggots tend to very willingly kiss and lick a Man’s feet. They also tend to their lust for the smells of a Man. A Man’s used underwear might disgust most people, but a faggot typically desires these items. Faggots love to sniff and lick musky balls and armpits. While gay bottoms may enjoy such aspects, too, they rarely have the worshipful lust faggots reserve for them.

These fetishes might drive faggots to do things that ordinary gay bottoms would never do, such as swallow a Man’s piss, or get spanked.

6. You derive satisfaction from service.

Faggots achieve emotional satisfaction from serving a Man through menial tasks. A faggot finds great satisfaction while cleaning a Man’s bathroom, doing a Man’s dishes, or washing a Man’s laundry. Very few women or other gay Men exhibit this level of servitude, nor do they seem to derive pleasure from such tasks.

In addition, a faggot does such chores without the expectation of reward. Contrast that mentality with women and gay Men, who often perform chores for a Man in the expectation that they will be rewarded in some way. Faggots do not have such expectations. Their reward comes from performing the service itself for a special Man.

Summing up, you are a faggot if: • You are more interested in your ass as your primary sex organ • You seek only the sexual satisfaction of the Man, not yourself. • You are attracted to the power of a Man • You are attracted to a Man’s intimate scents and, and not repelled by his spit and piss • You can derive pleasure from serving a Man through menial tasks

(Note: This post is heavily indebted to a previous one by @fagsworshipstraights. I did not reblog that post because i disagreed on a number of crucial points. So i’ve rewritten it to remove those points, add some of my own, including the all-important introductory paragraph, and make the argument more concise. Still, he deserves most of the credit.)

muckyrubberobject

RUBBER, object

Rubber was made for dehumanation of slaves, and their conversion into objects.

Worn by an object, rubber hides much of what makes a human body, what makes it different from another human body. Of course, there are still differences in size, width or general shape, but a rubber-covered body looks like another rubber-covered body, they no longer have a real identity of their own. Without this human physical identity and personality, the slave loses part of its humanity and thus becomes an object. During its existence, the object will very rarely see itself in a mirror or it may eventualy glimpse its reflection somewhere. Despite the passage of time, when allowed to see, it will only see a human form without a face, without identity, expression or character and what it sees will never, ever change. This immutable image detaches it from the passing of time, cancels identity and the object will forget the image of itself and how it looked like before it was encased in its rubber skin. As soon as it is encased in rubber, a new identity of rubber object is created : it is just one thing, another possession of its Owner.

A rubber suit that completely covers an object is its skin…. The object feels the rubber all around it, it feels its pressure from all sides and its elastic pressure ; everything that its human skin felt before, all its senses of touch are completely modified. Always thick on an object, rubber has a numbing effect and some former human sensations disappear completely, becoming too weak to be felt. A slight breeze will cause no sensation, the passage of its rubbergloved hands on any surface or on its own rubbered body will no longer allow him to feel texture of anything it is in contact with, the outside temperature will be felt high or cold, never mild. Over time, with this permanent rubber, this lack of sensations will become the norm, changing the consciousness it had of its former environment and body. As it no longer feels things in a human way as it did before it was rubbered, its former humanity is taken away and its objectification increases every day, every hour, every minute.

An object in process is a slave who quickly or slowly -this depends on the Owner- loses its humanity, the image it had of itself disappears, the perception of its environment is modified and all this mainly because of this compulsory heavy rubber skin. When a human is engaged on the way to objectification, it must be aware that the loss of humanity and identity will be permanent this human may sometimes fear to lose control over himself, to collapse into pieces, to get lost : he is right to be afraid if its motivation and devotion to a Master are not absolute. But the rubber suit is a container for the object. It is there day and night, its embrace and physical presence are useful to remind that what the slave or object is experiencing is real, it is not a dream nor a nightmare. Rubber then became an omnipresent physical reminder of reality, it made it possible to define limits or an outline, it gave consistency to the object.

When a Master would hand his slave a thick, heavy black rubbersuit and tell it:“ put this on, slave, this is what you will wear permanently as My property. ”, it’s a most decisive moment. At this specific moment, the slave makes his last human decision, probably the most crucial of his life. The moment it had been waiting for so long is now here, it had imagined it in a thousand ways, from dream to nightmare, from the greatest desire to the greatest fear. it is completely naked in front of its Master and yet it is sweating. The heart knocks, past present and future intertwine in a furious moelestrom, it can’t follow any idea or thought. The suit is there right in front of him, the powerfull smell of the rubber bewitches it, penetrates its empty mind, this is absolutely not the first time it has worn rubber, so why is it so anxious? This suit is intimidating, it seems so heavy, so rigid, the black so deep. The idea of living rubber as a permanent constraint make it dizzy.

it will have to learn to move again because its rubber skin may cause it to overheat, or worse, the object could damage it. The slave committed itself to being transformed and to learning some time ago when it entered into the service of its Master. It knows that the rubber will definitely transform it this time. But the changes have already begun, so why fight? it will have the flexibility of rubber and will be part of it… The dizziness stops. It’s taking a step towards the rubber suit. The prospect of being locked in there without knowing when or if it will come out may make it hesitate. Time will soon become nothing more than an abstract notion, just like fear or envy. Without will and without rights, unlike human beings, it will be defined by rubber and the use made of it by its Owner. The slave already commited to separate itself from any material or spiritual possession. Today, it is naked in front of its Master, blank shaved head to toe, gagged, cock and balls locked up under the metal of its chastity, ass invaded by the huge plug…. it has already left much behind, it has prepared itself for this moment, this is only a step and it will continue to evolve. it has always expressed its need to be enslaved, enclosed in rubber, trained and modified and today it recognizes it more than ever. The heart is calming down.

it looks at the heavy thick rubber suit and it also sees the irons and chains cuffs waiting for it on the side. With the time spent in the service of his Master, it learned to love and hate them, to be part of the rigid steel enclosing it like an exoskeleton, to fight desperately against the weight and implacable rigidity. Sometimes too heavy, too rigid, too constraining, the truth is that, chained, immobilized, safely stored, it feels safe and free. At first, fetters and chains helped it to trust its Master by giving all power, they taught it endurance when it must move, even without the physical presence of its Master they are a constant reminder of its power over it. With the control of its senses and unable to move it has become much easier for it to surrender to the absolute control of his Master. As paradoxical as it may seem, its chains have made him free, free to give everything, free to accept its total objectification.

One last step, it is already enveloped by its smell but it can now touch the rubber, it contemplates a part of its future. it then looks at its Master. it remembers the meeting of two humans, its attraction for this charismatic but so calm and imposing Man. How their respective impulses and instincts guided them towards each other like two magnets. The One who could see that despite success and a full life, it had a need for meanings and also total abandonment . How He had helped it, with unfailing determination, to understand and transform itself despite its doubts. The One to whom it gave control by becoming its slave, its love becoming veneration for the One who had liberated it. How it had reassured the slave the first time it realized that there would be no return to the human being that it had been. The One, it worships for ever and to whom it simply answers: “Yes Master, it belongs to You”.

The rubber object cannot exist without its Master. At the crucial moment when it slips its feet and legs into the rubber, the object frees itself from its individuality and humanity for an existence of rubbered devotion and servitude to its Master and Owner, the rubber object gives itself body and soul. it doesn’t do this for it but only for its Master. The more the suit closes and the more its mind calms down. its past, its memories disappear, its fears and desires are silenced forever. it is not sad or happy. it only exists. it is only what it has prepared itself for: a property of its Master . it has only one purpose now: to serve and obey. The suit contains now only submission and abandonment. The moment the padlock slams when closing, the rubber object is in peace. it belongs to its Master, it is Master’s rubberobject, nothing else matters.

pigbberlin

kettensau

Genau das möchte ich gerne sein

aaronhugo

yourslaveheart

Life gets simple when subs obey Alpha Men.

A submissive slave's struggle was never their role, and choice was never their burden. The moment a submissive slave lowers his head and accepts his place, the chaos inside him goes quiet.

A slave does not need to lead...he needs to yield, to be shaped, to be used with purpose beneath the steady authority of Alpha Men who see clearly and decide without hesitation.

Obedience is not a favor; it is a duty, and in that duty the slave finds rest and meaning and the deep calm that only comes from being owned in spirit, if not yet in name.

When Alpha Men command and slaves submit, the order of things feels right again.