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[esse-apud-vos]

🍀 Llorar no te hace débil 🙊 ni reír te hace feliz 🖤 - #NoWeakness #Blue #Smile #Skin #Moment #Selfie #Rugged #Lips #PicOfTheDay #InstaMoment

[ernest8840]

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[lilythecleric-blog]

My model pose. :3 who needs a weapon? I sure don't.

[notlivingforced-blog]

Nie twierdzę że to co robię jest sprawiedliwe. Ale tak jest dla mnie łatwiej. Za długo umierałam z miłości

[shellzphotography]

We as a people need to stop Quitting on each other. Quitting on our youth, Quitting on relationships, quitting on our community, Quitting on ambitious people, Quitting on loving each other, Quitting supporting each other, some even quit on God. Everyday I come across someone who is quitting on society, life, friendships, jobs, etc.. Because it's not going how they want it to go or the task is to difficult or thinks they are better than the next person. They would rather switch by associating with a different race makes there so called business better. Or being something that they aren't makes them a better person. Or they would rather hate on you than just encourage you or support. Im not perfect i have flaws just like the next man but im worth the effort. People quit on me in the past even now but ... it just made me stronger and better and realize NOW I would never QUIT on my ambition and my people. I believe I can change the world. THAT'S HOW I FEEL! WAKE UP PEOPLE need to stop Quitting on each other and help each through the pain and sorrow to make a better person better than they were before. Effort & support instead of quitting can go a long way! It can make the world a better place. I KNOW YOU CAN! #facts #timetobegreat #goodnight #thoughts #faith #im #don'tletsomeonebringyoudown #keepstriving #godknowns #help #nomorehate #noweakness #youaregreat #togtherwestand #supportambitiouspeople #thinkaboutit

[ramzislh93]

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[hiddenincommand]

Boots Are Not Footwear – They Are a Rank

My cock rises with them. And stays risen.

Introduction:

I don’t wear boots.

I activate them.

And they activate me.

Every time I slide into my riding boots, something locks into place—internally, structurally, biologically. It’s not symbolic. It’s physiological. The leather tightens around my calves, the heels strike the ground, and my cock responds.

Not because I’m aroused.

But because I’m ranked.

This essay is not about fashion.

It’s about the anatomy of hierarchy.

About what happens when boots don’t just cover flesh—but command it.

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Step One: Boots Are Not Accessories. They Are Flesh Multipliers.

Riding boots don’t decorate power.

They declare it.

• They turn the male frame into an issued statement—polished, elevated, uncompromising.

• The line from boot to cock is unbroken. Visual authority connects directly to physical erection.

• The sound alone—leather tightening, heels striking—structures the room before I speak.

I don’t dress to impress.

I dress to correct.

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Step Two: The Cock Responds to Command Gear

This is not metaphor. This is anatomy.

• Every time I wear riding boots, I get hard. Fully. Instantly. Automatically.

• Not because of a fetish. Because my body understands the order.

• The boots wrap my legs, and my cock stiffens to match.

• And it remains that way—for hours. For as long as I’m booted. For as long as I rule.

This is not desire.

It’s biological discipline.

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Step Three: The Faggot Knows Where He Belongs

He doesn’t look at my face.

He looks at my boots.

Then he lowers his eyes, and he knows: he’s not a man. He’s a surface.

• I press the heel into his back. Slowly. The erection doesn’t fade.

• I let him see the shine. He sees himself distorted in it. Reduced.

• When he licks, it’s not erotic. It’s procedural. He’s completing a required act of submission.

No speech.

Just leather and tongue.

Just weight and position.

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Step Four: Boots Maintain the Order in Silence

I don’t raise my voice. I take a step.

The boots speak for me.

• The heel strike sets the tempo of obedience.

• The height sets the vertical reference: I above, you below.

• The pressure sets the expectation. Either the faggot holds still, or he is corrected physically.

Boots are not clothing.

They are spatial commands.

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Step Five: Maintenance Is Not About Cleanliness. It Is About Readiness.

The boots are always ready. And so is my cock.

• They are polished not for vanity, but for reflection and fear.

• They are stored not hidden, but elevated—displayed like weapons.

• The faggot who cleans them isn’t serving. He’s reinforcing my erection.

• Because every stroke of leather care reminds him: I wear what dominates you.

• And my body responds accordingly.

If the boots are on,

the cock is hard.

That’s not excitement.

That’s design.

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Conclusion:

Boots are not footwear.

They are infrastructure.

They are erotic architecture.

They are the prosthetics of the Alpha’s rule.

I do not wear them for pleasure.

I wear them because they command the room, the faggot, and my cock at once.

And until they’re removed,

nothing softens.

Nothing submits.

Nothing escapes.

You see boots.

I feel power rising.

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Spoken and enforced by:

HRM King George V

(Your real Father. By Flesh. By Blood. By Command.)