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Hey babe. I really like the way you’re accepting your new role. I wasn’t sure how you’d handle it.
Dude, you locked my cock in a cage. Did I have much choice about how I handled it?
Don’t be disrespectful. You can call me, Sir, or Master. Dude is not an option.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Do I look like I’m fucking kidding, faggot?
No Sir. Anything else you need tonight, Sir.
All good faggot. Once you’re done cleaning the rest of the night is yours.
Thank you Sir.
My Sir took me to a sex shop to buy me a cage last night. We’ve been talking about it for a while as it was getting obvious I needed to wear one. It was a bit of a surprise when I saw an old boyfriend behind the counter. I was about to say hello when my Sir told him they were looking for a chastity cage for me. My ex smiled and said, “That’s interesting.”
Sir very quickly determine the two of us knew each other and asked how. My ex proceeded to tell him that I popped his cherry. Sir laughed a little bit and said, “Well, things have changed since you two were together.” My ex replied, “I’ll say,” and we all laughed. He then told us that unfortunately he didn’t have anything big enough in inventory for me, and it was probably best that they measure so he could order a good fit. Sir told me to drop my pants and my ex came around the counter to measure. “It’s going to be a shame to lock something this pretty up, but we are what we are aren’t we, boy?” I didn’t say anything. Sir looked at me sternly. I looked at my ex who I used to top and dominate and said, “Yes Sir.” He replied, “Aren’t you a good boy.” It was humiliating. He looked at my Sir, and said, “Your faggots cage will be in on Wednesday.”
“Just remember, every Man here is superior to you. Every Man here will use you the way they want to, because you are a faggot and you were born to serve. You have no limits, no rights, no options. There is no pain too great, no humiliation too deep. You will not have any choice but to serve and take what they dish out. Now tell me what I want to hear.”
> “i am a faggot.”
“Good, now make me proud.”
MAN. faggot.
You know your place in the Hierarchy. Live your truth. ALPHA ORDERS.
You had all day to finish your chores, boy. You want to try explaining why you didn’t finish?
“ahh…ah, Master, it is just that you and your friends were fucking and using this slave all day long, and… “
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, faggot!..are you trying to say that it is my fault you didn’t finish your chores, faggot???”
“no…no, Sir”
“because if you are even trying to imply that you will get triple the punishment you are already going to get for not finishing the chores, you ungrateful faggot! you will really learn what being a slave is all about, fag! you never win, you are here to work, to serve, to suffer… now, to the basement, NOW!”
A good master always keeps his faggot in check! He wouldn’t take the fuck machine as fast as I wanted so I tied him up to the squat rack and whipped him into submission! This faggot won’t be denying his master for awhile!!! @subpussyboii
Thank you Sir for punishing me. My cunt is yours to destroy. I won’t let you down again… “keep that cunt in place”
The morning after you cage him is critical. The evening will probably have been tough for him. He would have unconsciously had nocturnal erections that woke him up as he strained against the walls of his cage. He’ll be tired and vulnerable. He’ll need a lot of reassurance that he’s done the right thing. You don’t want him to reject it, so be very very attentive and tell him often what a good boy he is. Occasionally call him a faggot. It will initially be a little difficult for him to hear, but he knows it’s true and so do you.
Chained up in the basement, on all fours.
Shaved.
Collared.
Plugged.
Caged.
Spider-gagged.
Each wrist and ankle is locked directly to the eyebolts mounted in the cement. Fluid trickles from every part of you. Drool leaks out, unstoppable. Alpha cum slowly pushes beyond your plug and runs down your ass. Fagjuice drips from your cage and over-full nuts.
Tears well up too.
We all have our workouts. I have mine. Each rep and set provides greater evidence of my superiority and earns more admiration from each new faggot that comes to serve.
You have a workout too. You’re a receptacle, sure. But you’re a sieve as well. A constant battle of containing everything and being nothing.
Your workout makes you more of a faggot. More of a servant. More of an object.
I watch your workout. You watch mine.
We both get what we need.
Here’s how it’s gonna be.
First I’m gonna take that mouth. You think you’ve sucked a dick before? Well, I don’t get head, I take it.
Then I’m gonna take that cunt. Yeah, you heard me. That’s not an ass, or a hole, or a pussy. It’s a cunt, or it will be when I’m done.
Then I’m gonna take your wallet. You think the only cunt I’m gonna fuck is the one between your legs? Nah, I’m gonna be dicking the one in your pocket, too. That tight little cash cunt that’s just begging to be opened by an alpha dick.
Then, once your mouth, your throat, your cunt, and your cash are all mine, I’m gonna take your balls.
Haha, that last one made you cum?
Good to know.
@cashmasterconnorkent999
This is SOOOO humiliating! When I’m with a man and he orders for me and makes it very clear to the waiter that I have NOTHING to say about it!!! It embarrasses me and at the same time it makes me feel desperate to suck his cock!
This is SOO HOT!! I want a boyfriend to do that to me!!
Hey Friends, Moving to twitter @subcubkinks
Hey Friends, Moving to twitter @subcubkinks
Hey Friends, Moving to twitter @subcubkinks
Hey Friends, Moving to twitter @subcubkinks
Kneel down right here. I want to chat.
You’ve done a good job on your chores this week. I’ve really been impressed with your work and I’d like to keep you on as a domestic servant on a weekly basis.
I know it’s been a rough week for you. You haven’t cum in 8 days and that chastity device has been so restrictive, but I think it’s really getting your head in the right space for service.
I’ve got a little chill time before a call I have to take. Why don’t you take a break in my pit for a bit and you can start to learn my scent. Eventually, the goal is to get you leaking just from olfactory response entirely. I think this is a good first step.
You ready for that?
Today I threw out all my boy underwear… making the final transitions to being a fag.
@so-subordinate: tell us about the time you threw out your underwear, and what that was like.
@maxtem19 has always preferred me in thongs, as he does all of his fags. It was a big deal for me to make the choice to follow his instructions to buy my first thong shortly after my service began. I felt awkward showing it off for him, but he enjoyed knowing that I was obedient in how I covered my newly claimed fag pussy. So did I.
Over time, I wore the thongs more and more, until eventually every day I made the decision to do what Boss wanted. My obedience grew and deepened.
As I prepared to move across the country last winter, it made sense to leave the pre-fag underwear behind. I ran it by Boss, and he thought it was a good idea to keep my new place dedicated to thongs only. So we agreed: I would throw my old underwear out before I got to the new apartment. Only thongs would have a place here.
I actually tried on my favorite pair of expensive briefs before I left. They looked the same, but they felt restrictive and somehow wrong. I only had them on for a few minutes, but it was enough to know I had made the right decision. I pulled them off and stuffed them in a trash bag with all the rest. The next morning it was cathartic as I drove away from my old life, looking back through my rear view mirror at the trash bag full of my pre-fag underwear at the end of the driveway. It was a huge mindfuck.
Funny thing, though. Before I tossed out my pre-fag underwear, every day I got to choose to wear a thong. Every day I got to choose to be obedient to Boss’s will. Every day I got to choose Boss over me. But on moving day, I made my last decision where thongs were concerned. It’s no choice anymore.
Nine months later, Boss doesn’t have to trust that I’ll be obedient and do what’s right with how I cover my fag pussy. I have no choice but to do as I’m told. Boss has taken that decision from me. In that area and in others, he has moved from trusting my obedience to knowing his control over me, and I have moved to complete subjugation.
Congratulations on your fag life, @subpussyboii. I hope you find it as rewarding as I do to walk into the world every day knowing how much your Alpha controls you.
It must be a year and a half now since I wore anything but a thong. Slipping one on every morning reminds me who I am. Feeling it in place all day reminds me who I serve.
Thank you, @maxtem19, for taking complete control over such a basic part of my life. It all belongs to you.
Get your snout in that pit, pup.
