#beta submission

[thinking-mans-submissive]

"Thank You, Master." The words are muffled but clear enough to be heard.

"Again," He says calmly.

"Thank You, Master."

"What are you. boi?"

"I'm a cock-sucking faggot slave, Master."

"And who do you belong to, slave?"

"You, Master."

He takes a quick snapshot of me before scrolling through His phone while I kneel in front of Him, quiet and still. The minutes pass and I can tell He's preoccupied and has lost interest in me. I've now been given the wonderful opportunity to show my Master that my submission runs deep and is 24/7, not just during sex or a BDSM session.

Sex is only a very small part of being a sub. It's precious moments like this that solidify and strengthen my place and purpose and helps reinforce and solidify the hierarchy. When He loses interest in me but maintains my humiliation I work even harder to submit and endure with gratitude.

If I'm especially lucky, He'll allow me to lick, suck, and massage His feet before I'm sent to prepare dinner or go about my chores. But I would never be so presumptuous as to begin such ministrations without His permission or command. As much as I crave pleasing Him, I must show control over my own impulses and needs.

I softly inhale and drift in subspace. I love my Master. I love being anything He needs me to be. I am grateful just to be near Him, grateful that He takes the time out of His day to find a place for me in it.

Time slows. I am in a daze when He lowers His feet and puts His big toe against my lips. I drop my jaw and look into His eyes. He's smiling. He approves. My Master puts His toe in my mouth and I gently suck it, watching Him carefully to read His expression for instruction and guidance.

"What are you?" He says with a smirk.

"A cock-sucking faggot slave, Master." I reply with His toe still in my mouth. He grins wider.

"No, boi. You're a toe-sucking faggot slave!" He laughs. My face reddens in both humiliation and lust.

"Yes, Master." I love Him so much.

[thinking-mans-submissive]

Please Him. Be attentive. Listen. Feel. Use every opportunity gifted to you to learn what He enjoys. He shouldn't have to ask, shouldn't need to instruct. Your responsibility is to anticipate His needs and to be there to fulfill them. Your reward are the sounds He makes, the shudders along His flesh, the tensing of muscle and acceleration of breath. Your reward for a job well done is His pleasure, His release. Always make this about Him. You may worship His cock and crave His seed - and that need will come through in your attentiveness and care - but never let it be your motivation. Serve Him selflessly. Remember what you are to Him and focus on His body, His reactions.

[thinking-mans-submissive]

We idolize and objectify them, labeling them with titles like Dom, Master, Daddy, Boss, and Lord. These titles carry significance based on a shared understanding of power dynamics and roles. However, the unspoken truth is that titles don’t always align with the characteristics we attribute to them, such as control, authority, and power. In reality, it’s often the submissive who dictates the course of events and frequently employs their power of manipulation and deception to achieve their desires. 

Of course, this is an apostasy to the Men we uphold to be our saviors, who would laugh at and deride it as a fools tale. But I suspect they know it’s true. 

We claim to worship these men, but that often translates into superficial gestures that primarily serve our own interests and pleasures, rather than theirs. 

Acknowledging the truths beneath this hypothesis is a big step towards creating something that’s more enduring, mutually pleasurable and beneficial, and authentic for both parties. It requires change on both sides. 

For the submissive, we need to understand and appreciate the enormous responsibility that is placed on their shoulders when we truly surrender control to them. Much like coming out, taking the reigns of leadership and control is not a once and done occurrence but something that requires continual effort and forethought. It’s work. It taxes the mind as much as the body.

So instead of being a greedy demanding “sub” perhaps we need to start truly putting them first and consider the pressure and time-consuming tasks of leading and controlling our lives, lest we become like ungrateful and entitled children. Worship them for that. Praise them with a grateful heart. Taper our demands with empathy and patience.

For the Dom, Master, Daddy, Boss, and Lord, it means stepping up in a substantial way well beyond the artifice of the BDSM performative construct. I will argue that if you don’t, you concede the “mind” of the relationship to the sub and will suffer the consequences. 

You have to bring your A-game to your life and to your role and responsibility. If your life is a mess by your own doing, whether it be through inattentiveness, laziness, stupidity, or reckless arrogance, then you’re not fit to control or own anyone.

If you’ve let the idolization and objectification go to your head and have focused solely on your body and performative attributes to define you then understand that a truly valuable and authentic submissive will soon see through you and lose all respect and a deceitful submissive will run right over you.

In the end, the path to a fulfilling dynamic lies in honesty, self-awareness, and mutual respect. When both Dominant and submissive embrace their responsibilities with authenticity, they create a relationship that transcends performance and ego. It becomes a living exchange of trust, effort, and intention—a space where true power is neither taken for granted nor exploited, but shared and nurtured. Only then can our worship and devotion evolve from hollow gestures into a meaningful, enduring bond.

[thinking-mans-submissive]

I fucking love My life. I love who I am, what I am, and what I’ve made of Myself. I’ve taken charge of My life. Being dominant, assertive, and aggressive comes naturally to Me. I am a perfectionist and have created a world for Myself where mediocrity is not tolerated. From the thread count of My robe to the boi I’ve molded to My exacting specifications, I demand and deserve the best.

Every day when I wake in My household I know that I will be worshipped and obeyed. My high libido, aggressive natural, and pleasure in My own body makes Me hard most of the time. But seeing My boi face down and naked at My feet in the morning makes My cock throb even harder and leak in anticipation.

By now, I should be immune to this routine display of surrender and submission. But when I see him so vulnerable and empty waiting for Me to fill him, it’s impossible to forget the journey I’ve taken him on to get here and it makes Me fucking hard to know that I made this and I own him. He is My reward. His unflinching submission and complete surrender is a living testament to My skill, authority, and power.

He was a middle-aged unowned submissive with so much pent up need to serve and be owned that his desperate grasp at the first spark of hope was understandable. And terribly endearing. But despite being eager to please and obey, I still needed to break him apart and so I could remake him.

When I see him now I can still recall the sobbing, needy, broken boi that clung to my ankles, kissed and wet my feet with his tears, mouth, and tongue and begged me to claim him forever. Over time I had proved worthy of his trust and of his love and it made it that much easier for him to let go of any sense of control and to let me in.

I would be disingenuous if I didn’t admit to enjoying the process of breaking him down. And the memory makes me hard as steel, just as it did then not that long ago when I gave him exactly what we both needed.

I love his self-sacrificing worship. I love how grateful he is to serve Me. I marvel at how quickly he will debase himself or accept My abuse. I love that he is Mine and Mine alone.

I don’t see him as an object, even though I occasionally treat him like one. As I will this morning. He will worship My feet while I finish My espresso. And then when I’m ready I will fuck his mouth and throat until I cum. I will let my lust free and use him roughly. He will gag and cry and choke. He will also swallow every drop with thankfulness and awe. He will finish by licking Me clean, slowly and respectfully - cock, balls, and scrotum - before quietly leaving to lay out My clothes. He will stay naked and collared and at My feet for the rest of the morning as I mentally prepare Myself for the day.

It’s good to be Me.

[thinking-mans-submissive]

The Ultimate Alpha Daddy

This is what they want: to be consumed, totally and completely, by My hunger to dominate, take, claim, and possess.

The sex is always best while I'm feeding off an uninhibited sacrifice. I feel the paralyzing effect my hands have on their body as I pull them close and hold them tight. I feel the surrender and resignation to my fierce hunger. And it tastes so good.

There's nothing more satisfying to a Dom, Master, or Daddy than to bring a sub to that hypnotic state known as "subspace" where their sole focus is on pleasing their lord and Master. Floating in a perpetual state of desperation and lust, they almost appear to be suffering, crying out to me to put their misery to rest.

It takes so little to get them there, to that place of vulnerability where they're practically begging for me to take them and use them for my needs and pleasure, at the price of their own comfort. They become a willing sacrifice to their Superior, begging me with moans and imploring looks to ignore the pathetic boundaries and conditions laid out for me in our courtship, as though they'd had any real say in what I would do to them once I'd methodically broken them down and apart into something unrecognizable to themselves.

In that profound mental state of abandon, the pain they feel as I feed on what's MINE is mixed with such joy and relief as to make it nothing but a physical manifestation of their self-sacrifice to me, their god. Their body convulses in orgasmic pleasure as I allow myself to feel my own joy at being unhinged and selfish, using them as nothing but an object to fuel my power and strength. Their cries, once they finally utter them, harden me and my resolve; I feed deeper, longer, not caring what's left when I'm finally sated.

There is such beauty in their suffering. And were I to suddenly stop and pull away they would cry out in distress and cling to me, begging for more - begging for me to finish them. "Such a good boy," I say with a gleam in my dark eyes.

I know their truth: they were made for me and just needed to be guided into their purpose. There is no guilt or regret in taking what's mine. I set their miserable aimless lives straight with focus and a new purpose. I give them peace and comfort in the security of my iron-grip and unrelenting possession of their thoughts, their emotions, their lives. What little control they think they have is an illusion; I own them.

Even after I've fed off their submission like a starved and crazed MONSTER and they are weak from the violence inflicted upon them, they will find the strength to worship me through acts of degradation and sexual pleasure.

Hereafter, they will run to me, begging for me to consume them again and again- to feed until there is nothing left. A submissive spirit like that makes for a truly delicious and precious meal to be savored and appreciated and to gorge on. It is right and good. It is my reward and theirs. It is the beginning and the END.

[thinking-mans-submissive]

He rests easily and soundly. It’s not His wealth, health, planning, or organization that give His peace of mind. They are merely the fruits of a well-disciplined life. His mind is at ease because He has nothing to prove and does not waste energy trying to impress others. He is confident in Himself and content with what He has. 

i know i have nothing to do with any of that. But i like to believe that i contribute to these moments of rest by creating opportunities for them. i work tirelessly to met His exacting standard for housekeeping; everything is in it’s right place and everything is done to His exact specifications. i do the daily chores necessary to keep His house in order and anticipate His needs. i have earned His trust and have proven my commitment to His comfort. 

Now, when He reprimands me for the tiniest thing, and the punishment is disproportionate to the crime, i know that i cannot earn anything with Him. i cannot control anything. i never know what will set Him off and thus i’m constantly on edge. Even when He rests i respect His potential to call down fire upon me. My eyes are always on Him, even as i clean quietly around Him. Watching. Anticipating. Discerning. 

He’s awake. i can tell by the slight move of His hand against His groin. He stares sternly at me through heavy lids. i stop folding His clothes and come to Him. He spreads His thighs and makes a small place for me. He closes His eyes and drops His hands to the side as i gently free His cock and take Him slowly into the warmth of my mouth. 

He is only semi-hard. This is not about sex; it’s about the satisfaction of being worshipped, feared, and obeyed without question - without words. 

i hold Him in my mouth and stay still and quite. i look up to see that His eyes are once again closed and He’s breathing deeply. Soon, the slight reverberation in His chest tells me He’s sound asleep. Time stands still. My neck and knees begin to hurt but i dare not move. 

Only when i feel His hands on the back of my head do i snap back to my senses. i look up once more to see that He’s watching me intently. He holds me still and i know what’s coming. i drop my jaw, creating space inside my mouth with my lips forming a tight seal around Him.

i swallow rapidly as the stream intensifies. My eyes water; i refuse to let a single drop wet His clothes or furniture. It continues as He empties His bladder. He lets me go when He’s finished and i slowly pull away. After ensuring that He’s cleaned, i carefully tuck it away and button up His underwear to His navel. 

“You should get dinner ready. You’re behind schedule, I believe.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank You, Sir.” 

[thinking-mans-submissive]

When You make her scream, cry, flinch, shudder, moan, beg, and fly; when You use her roughly and legitimately scare her with Your aggression and ferocity; when all that matters is nutting as deep inside her as You possibly can, no matter how long it takes or what mood she’s in; when You slap her, not to shut her up but because she needs it; when You take her out of her petty concerns and focus her entire attention on You - Your needs, Your power, and her place in Your world; when You punish and discipline her in ways that make her feel small and helpless, child-like and repentant; You better believe she’s going to cling to You like Saran wrap for a while. 

[thinking-mans-submissive]

i stare at Him a lot when He’s not aware i’m looking. i still can’t believe how damn fortunate i am to be able to give Him the attention and worship He deserves. i am a submissive and my heart falls in love much too easily for my own good. But He is not mine to have or hold. So i take these opportunities to burn His image into my mind and to simple feast on His beauty. 

He has much ahead of Him and i am certain He will do great things. My job right now is to affirm His power, help Him grow into His strength, and show Him the pleasures and privileges that are due Him as an Alpha among men and a god to fags. 

He’s still very sweet and grateful for my attention and for the many things i do for Him, sexually and otherwise. And i love that about Him. But He will grow out of it, and as He does, He will grow out of me as well. 

And that is as it should be. Right now He is testing the reach of His power and authority. Each new discovery will embolden and propel Him to embrace His innate desires to subdue, dominate, and use submissives for His pleasure. 

When He outgrows me, i may be allowed to continue cleaning His home or paying His bills, but i know the privilege of touching His body, of tasting His cock, and eating His ass is not something i have an exclusive right to lay claim to, nor is it a privilege i will always be granted.